Weekend of Surprises

Weekend of Surprises, Part 1

 

© Bob Aganoush

 

Note:  If you’re looking for wall-to-wall sex, this story isn’t for you.  There’s quite a bit of sex, but also at least a modicum of plot and character development.  So you need to have some patience to enjoy this story.

 

“Wow, how are you?  I haven’t talked to you in what, about three years?  Where?  When?  Absolutely, we’re not doing anything, we’d love to see you!  Okay, give us a call when you get closer.”

 

I was a little annoyed; from the end of the conversation I could hear, we were clearly going to be having some visitors.  Sarah and I were just starting our summer vacation at home.  The kids had been packed off to summer camp just a few days ago, and we were reveling in our solitude.  As a college professor, I had a much more flexible schedule during the summer than during the academic year.  Even though I had research to do, I often worked from home, and therefore got to spend a lot more time with Sarah.  I was looking forward to not having many responsibilities beyond getting up in the morning, doing a little work, some cooking, and figuring out different ways to enjoy ravaging my lovely wife’s body.  Sarah and I had enjoyed a very active sex life, even though we’d been married for almost fifteen years.  Our sex life had improved the longer we were together, as we discovered new ways to bring pleasure to each other. 

 

So the prospect of unannounced visitors was not an exciting one for me.  As soon as Sarah hung up the phone, I asked her, “Who was that?”

 

“Carla and Andy,” she replied.  “They’re on their way back home from a meeting Carla was at.  Andy had tagged along, and the meeting finished earlier than expected.  They were in no rush to get home, as Carla’s parent’s are watching the kids, and they realized it wasn’t too far out of their way to stop and see us.”

 

Carla and Andy were people we knew from where we used to live.  I wouldn’t describe them as friends, more “friends of friends.”  We would see them at various functions, and enjoyed talking to them, but had never really socialized with them one on one.  I don’t think either of us had talked to them since we’d moved away a few years ago, and our only contact had been the annual holiday card sent to one another. 

 

I had to think for a few seconds to retrieve a mental image of the two of them.  As it came back, I recalled that Carla was an attractive woman.  She had a similar figure to Sarah – carrying a little bit of extra weight, undoubtedly from the two (at least I think it was two) children she had, but very well proportioned with nice tits and a wonderful round ass.  I remembered that she had generally dressed very nicely, in a way that accentuated her figure and made the most of what she had.  She was also tall, for a woman, maybe a couple of inches taller than me.  She had blonde hair, and I also recalled that I had always admired her smile and her sparkling eyes, which always lit up when she laughed.  Even though I had not spent much time with her, she always had struck me as a fun person, one who enjoyed having a good time and who wasn’t immune to dropping the occasional “shocker” on what had been a polite dinner table or party conversation.

 

I didn’t remember as much about Andy, of course.  I always tended to remember the women in couples more than the men. I had never talked much with Andy, so it was difficult to get a picture of him in my mind. Like me, he was a college professor, but I couldn’t even remember what he taught.

 

“When are they going to be here?” I asked Sarah, still a little peeved at the potential interruption to our vacation.

 

“Well, they were going to be leaving late this morning, so they thought they’d be here late in the afternoon.  They talked about spending a night or two before they had to be home on Sunday.  Carla said something about a hotel, but I thought we’d just invite them to stay with us.”

 

“Are you sure you want to do that?” I asked her. “We really don’t know them that well.”  While my memories of Carla, as I remembered more about her, were pleasant ones, I simply couldn’t remember whether I even enjoyed being around Andy or not.

 

Sarah gave me a semi-disgusted look. “Oh c’mon, Bob, how bad could it be if they stay with us for a day or two.  The kids are gone for a whole month, we’ll have plenty of time to ourselves, why not?  I know we don’t know them really well, but I remember having a good time laughing a lot with Carla.  I’m sure they’ll be fun – we’ll show them around, have some good food, a few drinks, and before you know it, they’ll be gone.  It will be a nice chance to get caught up on some gossip about some of our old friends,” she said, with a smile.

 

I sighed, resigned to the fact that Sarah would get her way.  I loved her dearly, and we had a wonderful relationship.  She was definitely more assertive and insistent than I was, and while she often goaded me into things I wasn’t sure about, they usually turned out fine.  “Okay,” I told her.

 

We had at least a few hours before they would likely arrive, so we tidied up the house a bit, made sure the liquor cabinet was stocked, and Sarah ran out to pick up some food for dinner.  There are plenty of nice restaurants in our town, but on a Friday night they get packed and we thought it would be nice to just have a quiet, relaxing dinner at home.

 

About 3:00, the phone rang again, and I answered it.  I heard a voice say, “Bob, is that you?  It’s Carla.”

 

I immediately recognized her voice, and hearing it helped to clarify the mental image of her that I had been working on conjuring up.  “Hi Carla,” I responded.  “I understand we’re going to get to see you.”

 

“Yes, we’re only about an hour from you, but we wanted to find out if you can recommend a hotel in the area so we can call them to make sure they have a room.”

 

“No, Carla,” I told her.  “You and Andy can stay with us, we have plenty of room, and it’s crazy for you to stay at a hotel.”  After a few protests, and with Sarah’s silent urging from observing the conversation, I convinced Carla that we really wanted them to stay with us, and she finally relented.  I gave her directions to our house, and she said she’d see us soon.

 

A little over an hour later, a car pulled into the driveway.  Sarah and I got up, and walked out on our deck, as Carla (who was driving) and Andy got out of their car.  Carla was wearing shorts and a tank top, and was very much as I remembered her.  If anything, it looked like she may have lost a few pounds from last time we had seen them.  Her tank top was fairly tight, and it showed off her tits quite nicely.  Sarah called out a “hi” to them, and Carla gave that big smile that I remembered, waved, and yelled “Hi, sweetie,” back.  As she bent back into the car to get something, I had a nice shot of her ass in her red shorts.  Just as I remembered – quite round, yet not overly large, just the right size for the rest of her body.

 

I looked over at the other side of the car, as Andy was also waving and smiling at Sarah.  As soon as I saw him, I remembered him.  He wasn’t bad looking, not necessarily somebody who most people would described as “handsome,” but he too had a nice smile, and at about my height, was an inch or two shorter than Carla.  Seeing him didn’t help me remember much about him, just that I did not recall anything bad or offensive about him.  I figured that was a good sign.

 

They each grabbed a bag out of the back seat, and walked up the stairs to our deck.  I shook Andy’s hand with a hearty “Good to see you,” while Sarah and Carla were hugging and simultaneously saying, “Wow, you look great!”  They both laughed, and hugged once again.  I realized that not having seen Sarah in a few years, Carla was probably surprised to see that Sarah had lost quite a bit of weight since we had moved.  Sarah had resolved herself to finally shed some of the extra pounds from our two kids, and was very successful, dropping about 30 pounds.  She was looking great, something that I had come to take for granted, but I forgot that people who hadn’t seen her in the last few years didn’t know she had lost all that weight.  Sarah was short, just a tad over five feet tall, and still carried a few extra pounds, but like Carla she had very nice tits and a luscious ass that I just loved.  I realized just how tall Carla was as she towered over Sarah.  As Sarah greeted Andy with a peck on the cheek, Carla turned to me with a hug, and said, “And of course you’re looking great as usual, too, Bob.”

 

The four of us went into the house.  Sarah showed them to our guest room, where they dropped their bags, and we gave them a quick tour of the house, including our large deck and hot tub.  We then went out on the deck, where Sarah brought out some salsa and chips, and I took drink orders.  I brought the drinks out, handed them out, sat down and joined the conversation. They were getting caught up on all that had happened in the last few years, mostly involving each of our two kids.  They had two boys, about the same age as our kids, and there was the usual list of accomplishments all around – musical performances, dance recitals, sporting achievements, and the like.  It was nice, easy banter and I was getting over my initial funk of having company spoil our vacation.  Andy was a good conversationalist also, and while Carla seemed to be the more vivacious of the two of them, he could certainly handle his end of the conversation.  We got a little of the gossip from them on what had been going on with some friends we had in common, as well as stories from the university Andy and I had both taught at (turns out he was a historian).

 

Carla described the meeting she had been at.  She was in banking, and had been in some negotiations with a big client.  Since the semester was over, Andy had come along to do some sightseeing. As I mentioned, they had left their two boys with Carla’s parents, and since her negotiations had wrapped up earlier than expected (much to her delight, Carla reported), they found themselves with the weekend free.

 

After a second round of drinks, we all retreated into the kitchen to begin the dinner preparations.  Sarah had picked up a nice steak to grill, so I got the grill ready while Andy joined me out on the deck.  This left Sarah and Carla in the kitchen working on the salad.  We heard them laughing heartily every now and then, sounding like they were enjoying the reunion.  I was a little surprised, because I didn’t think they knew each other that well.  But I also knew both were outgoing women who enjoyed conversation and were able to connect quickly even with people they didn’t know that well.  Andy regaled me with a few more stories of what was going on at my old haunts.

 

When dinner was ready, we all sat down.  Sarah had opened a bottle of wine, and she began to fill the glasses.  Carla began to protest, but before Sarah could open her mouth, she laughed and said, “Oh what the hell, we’re not driving anywhere – go ahead and hit me.”  I glanced over at her, and as she chuckled some more, her tits gave a nice little bounce.  I looked at her more closely; she really was a cute woman – not pretty, at least as most people would describe, but certainly cute.  Her blonde hair was cut fairly short (as were Sarah’s brunette locks) and it nicely framed her face.  Her blue eyes and vivacious smile completed what was a very nice look.  Putting that together with her sexy body, I realized she was quite a nice little package.

 

When I glanced over at Sarah, I saw she was also looking at Carla.  Sarah is bi, and we both enjoy looking at women together.  We’re secure enough in our relationship that neither of us has any jealousies whatsoever.  For the past few years we’d been swinging, and while we had met a number of couples, the realities of family, work, and other commitments left us with relatively few opportunities to play with other couples.  But when we were able to play with other couples, Sarah enjoyed being with the woman as much – if not more – than she enjoyed the man.  Having an attractive women sitting across the table from me obviously got ideas running around in my head, and from the look on Sarah’s face, I suspected she had some of the same ideas.  Of course, we had no idea about Andy and Carla, but one could always hope.

 

The conversation carried on throughout dinner without any of those momentary awkward pauses.  I was definitely enjoying myself, and found myself quite happy that they had gotten in touch with us.  I was laughing a lot, as both Carla and Andy were quite charming and told wonderful stories.  When Sarah went to open a second bottle of wine, Andy said, “Oh, please don’t bother, I think we’ve had enough.”  I was a bit disappointed, because I hoped that maybe some additional wine would help get everybody in a playful mood.  But Carla piped up, agreeing with Andy, and said, “Maybe later, but Andy’s right – I think we’ve all had enough for now.”

 

We all cleared the table, and while I loaded the dishwasher, Sarah put out the nice pie she had picked up in town.  We enjoyed the dessert, cleaned up, and then went to go sit outside on the deck.  By this time it was about 9:00 and a bit cool, as it was still the beginning of the summer and up here in the mountains the evenings stayed very cool.  In anticipation that it would be a nice night for the hot tub, I had turned up the thermostat right before they arrived, so it would be a comfortable 100 degrees.

 

Carla commented on the coolness, and I seized the opportunity by offering, “Hey, it’s a perfect night for the hot tub – you interested?”  She immediately agreed, as did Andy.  Sarah said, “Great!  Bob, you want to open it up and get it ready while we get changed and I get the towels?”  I answered in the affirmative, and the other three went back into the house.

 

After getting the tub ready, I joined Sarah in our bedroom.  She and I always went in the tub naked, and I was hopeful that our guests would do the same.  The idea of seeing Carla naked was quite exciting.  Anytime we had other couples in our hot tub, I always had in the back of my mind that it was a good ice breaker for swinging, but of course, 99 percent of the time nothing happened.  But I still harbored some hopes.

 

“What do you think” I asked her, somewhat vaguely.  This was the first time we had been alone since their arrival.

 

“I’m having a great time,” she replied, “they’re a wonderfully fun couple and I don’t know why we didn’t get to know them better before we moved.”

 

“Don’t know, guess we just never had the opportunity,”  I responded.  By this time we had both shed our clothes and put our robes on.  I sidled over to Sarah, put my hand on her ass, and said to her with a twinkle in my eye, “Think there’s any possibility with them?”

 

She knew exactly what I was asking.  She gave me a smile and a quick kiss, and said, “Oh, I don’t know Bob, guess we’ll just have to wait and see.”  The way she said it gave me the impression that she knew something that I didn’t, which helped get my hopes up.  But then she said, “I got out the guest robes for them, and when I gave them to them, Carla said, ‘I’m so glad we had brought our bathing suits’.  I told her they didn’t need to wear them if they didn’t want to, but she said it was no problem, they had them anyway. So I wouldn’t get your hopes up too much, Bob”

 

The mention of bathing suits was a huge disappointment, as I was so much looking forward to those great tits and ass of Carla’s.  I grabbed the four towels and headed out somewhat dejectedly to the tub, with Sarah right behind me.  On the way, she opened the second bottle of wine and grabbed four plastic wine glasses.

 

I hung up the towels on the peg hooks near the tub, shed my robe and got in the tub. Sarah was right behind me, and it felt great.  The air was just cool enough that the contrast with the warm water of the tub was a great combination.

 

A few moments later, Andy and Carla came out of the house wrapped in their robes.  I harbored a flicker of hope that they would have taken Sarah’s suggestion, but as they took their robes off and hung them up, I saw they both had their suits on.  Carla’s was a quite attractive green one piece, cut low in the top and high on the sides.  The green was a nice compliment to her blonde hair.  It showed off her tits even better than her tank top did, and the high cut thighs accentuated her long legs and beautiful ass.  Remarking on how cool the air was, dressed only in her suit, Carla quickly slid into the tub followed by Andy.  She moved over to a seat between Sarah and me, while Andy grabbed the one on Sarah’s other side.  Neither of them remarked about our nakedness, but I assumed that Sarah having subtly warned them helped to eliminate any surprise they might have experienced when seeing us without swimsuits in the tub.

 

“You ready for some more wine now?” I asked.  They both nodded their heads, and I grabbed the bottle from the table nearby, filled the four glasses, and pointed out the cup holders attached to the hot tub.  I turned on the jets, and in the din, we all just sat there without talking, heads back, enjoying the warmth and massaging action of the water.

 

After about five minutes, we resumed the conversation.  I told them about my new faculty position, and compared it to our former university a bit.  We talked about how we had purchased the hot tub when we moved to this house.  The deck is very secluded, so that none of the neighbors could see it, especially in the summer when the trees are fully adorned with leaves.  We continued sipping wine, just relaxing and enjoying the conversation and evening.

 

After 20 minutes, the jets automatically cut off.  We were returned to just the quiet of our voices and the sound of the crickets out in the woods.  With the jets off, I could once again make out Carla’s quite prominent tits very nicely just below the surface of the water, and was enjoying the view.  She rose, standing in the middle of the tub, and said, “I’m actually a little warm now.”  With that, and without further warning, she peeled down the top of her swimsuit, freeing those gorgeous tits.  I stared at them, trying not to be too obvious, but was enjoying the sight quite the same.  She had already developed a nice tan that summer, so that the contrast between her pale skin of her tits (being blonde, her skin is quite pale) and the tanned rest of her body was a sight to behold.  Her nipples, while not large, were quite prominent, and a reddish-pink color surrounded by light brown areolas.

 

As I glanced over at Sarah, I could tell from her eyes that she was also enjoying the view from just a foot or so away.  Carla reached over and placed a hand on Sarah’s shoulder to steady herself, and then continued pushing down her suit with her other hand, bringing her beautiful ass into view.  She was slightly turned toward Sarah, so I had a great view of two round globes, nicely split with a well-shaped crack down the middle.  She lifted first one leg, pulling it out of the suit, and then switched hands and pulled out the other, tossing the suit over the side.  She then settled back down into the water, commenting, “Now that’s better” with a little smile.  Because she was turned slightly to Sarah’s side, I could not see her pussy, much to my disappointment.

 

Andy quickly followed Carla’s lead, pushing his swimsuit down his legs, and tossing it to the side also.  As most guys do, I quickly (but hopefully unobtrusively) glanced at his prick.  Not that I was yet convinced anything was going to happen, but I was thinking ahead anyway.  Because Sarah is so short, she has trouble with men who are too big.  But I was reassured to see that Andy was about the same size as me.  He had thick brown pubic hair, matching the color on his head.  Before he sat back down, I noticed Sarah stealing a quick glance also.

 

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As Carla finished taking her swimsuit off, I glanced over at Bob.  I knew he wouldn’t miss the display, and sure enough, his eyes were watching her quite closely.  I knew she had exactly the kind of figure he likes, and I also knew he had hopes that the evening would lead in a certain direction.  He tried to look at her unobtrusively, but I couldn’t miss that look, and I suspected that Carla, out of the corner of her eye, had seen it also.

 

I wasn’t at all surprised.  I knew from previous experience with her that Carla was quite a free spirit, and not the type of woman who was at all shy or ashamed of her body.  What Bob didn’t know was that Carla and I actually knew each other a bit better than he was aware of.  Even though the four of us hadn’t socialized much as a couple, Carla and I had gone out to lunch a few times to share some “girl talk.”  What I found out in those sessions was that Carla was what many would describe as “bi-curious.”  She was one of those women who had had some chances to explore her bisexual side, mostly in college, but had never seized the opportunity.  Once she met Andy shortly after college, and eventually married him, the opportunity never again presented itself even though she still thought about it quite frequently. 

 

Carla knew I was bi (I didn’t flaunt it, but I was fairly open about sharing the information, especially with other women), so she had confided in me that she still harbored an interest in exploring sex with women.  At the time, Bob and I were not yet swinging, so I never thought too much about it.  But I had shared with her some of my experiences with women from before I met Bob, and she listened somewhat wistfully, as if she was afraid she would never get the chance.  She had shared with me that she and Andy had visited nude beaches a number of times, and when there, she found herself drawn to the women more than the men.  But she was somewhat fearful of how Andy would respond to the idea of her being with a woman, so she had never shared with him her feelings.

 

So as Carla shed her suit, I began to wonder whether she had an idea of her own.  By this time she had had a couple more glasses of wine, and I thought that the alcohol had helped remove some of her inhibitions.  When she sat back down between Bob and me, I noticed that she had edged a few inches closer to me, so that our thighs were just lightly touching.  She closed her eyes and put her head back to recline on the headrest, seeming to relax in the warmth of the water.  As she did this, it brought her breasts closer to the surface, and I got a close look at her nipples.  They were quite nice, a little larger than mine, definitely the type that I would relish running my tongue over.

 

Bob seemed to be going out of his way to avoid looking at the display Carla was putting on.  He was looking across the two of us at Andy, and was talking to him. I wasn’t really listening, but heard a few words that told me they were still talking about academia.  I too put my head back, closed my eyes and enjoyed the warmth.

 

With both of our eyes closed, the men could see that their conversation floating over our heads was likely a distraction.  So Bob got up and moved over to the other side of Andy, so they could talk to each other more easily.  A few minutes later, I heard Carla say, “Can we put the jets back on?  I’d love to feel them on my back again.”  Bob replied, “No problem,” and reached for the switch, flipping the jets back on.

 

After another short interlude, I felt Carla’s hand resting lightly on my right thigh.  It was a very subtle move, but even without opening my eyes I suspected that it wasn’t an accident, especially since I knew that with the jets on and the water bubbling, the guys wouldn’t be able to see what was going on.  While initially surprised, I was not shocked that she had done this, and I felt a familiar tingling in my pussy.  I didn’t react at all, as I didn’t want to scare her off.  I knew that if Carla was going to use this opportunity to explore her bisexuality, I would have to allow her to take things at her own pace, and not push forward too quickly.

 

Her hand just rested there for a few minutes, unmoving, seemingly trying to get comfortable with the idea of where it was.  I decided that maybe what she needed was a little encouragement, so I placed my hand lightly on top of hers, and began a very light stroking of the back of her hand.  At first she did not respond, nor did she yank away her hand as I had feared.  But after a minute or so, she began parroting my movement, by running her hand up and down my thigh.  It was such a subtle movement that anybody watching her shoulder out of the water would not even notice it was moving.  But I could feel it quite clearly, and the sensations began to radiate up and down my leg. 

 

I decide to move a bit more boldly, and moved my right hand from hers and on to her left thigh.  As I began to stroke her thigh in a similar fashion, I opened my eyes and glanced to my right.  I first glanced at the boys, who were still engaged in conversation, oblivious to what was going on under the water.  I then glanced at Carla.  Her head was turned slightly to the side, toward me, and her lips were parted a bit.  I looked at her breasts, and saw that her nipples were beginning to harden and grow.  It was quite clear that she was enjoying what we were doing, as was I, and I was emboldened to continue.

 

I slid over even closer to her, giving my right arm easier access to her body under the water.  I moved my attention from the top of her thigh to the inside of it, touching my fingers ever so slightly to her skin, dragging them from her knee up toward her pussy but not yet near it as her legs were still together.  She was still continuing the stroking of my thigh, but kept her attention to the top of it.

 

After about the fifth trip up and down the inside of her thigh, I felt her left leg press even more tightly against my right. I realized that she had opened her legs just a bit, providing me with better access to her.  I took advantage of the invitation and now, when trailing up her leg, I let my fingers continue until they touched just outside of her labia.  When she had pulled down her suit, I had seen that like me, she also shaved her pussy.  So my fingers were touching her bare skin, not more than a centimeter or so from her lips.

 

As I dared to open my eyes to steal another glance, I saw that her nipples were now quite prominently out of the water, and her lips were parted with her tongue now sticking just out between them.  I was tempted to lean down and touch my lips to hers, my tongue to hers, but decided that might just a little bit too much too fast.  So I continued my ministrations under the water.

 

In order to encourage Carla, I spread my legs also, making sure to put a little bit of pressure on hers so she would know what I was doing.  She took the bait, as her hand drifted down to the inside of my thigh, again mirroring the action that I was performing on her.  She was not yet touching my pussy, though, as she kept her attention on my leg.  Emboldened, I began to run my fingers all around her pussy; moving our legs closer together had allowed my right hand to now reach the other side of her pussy.  I lightly ran the fingers in a circle, carefully avoiding her lips or her clit.

 

I continued this for another minute or so, and as I did, I could hear Carla’s breathing getting a bit more ragged.  It was clear she was loving the attention, a touch that she had probably been thinking about for well over half her life, and now it was finally happening.  I still didn’t want to rush things, however, both for fear of scaring her off, as well as because of my uncertainty over what Andy’s reaction would be if he knew what was going on.  While I knew that Bob would be fine with it (he’d certainly seen me playing with enough other men and women), I knew that Carla had never confided in Andy her feelings about women, and therefore may have been fearful of how he would react.

 

As I glanced at the guys once again out of the corner of my eye, I saw that they both had their eyes closed and were enjoying the massaging action of the jets.  This emboldened me, so I decided to move forward.  I went from stroking around Carla’s pussy to running my fingers up and down between her outer lips.  As I did this, I could feel the wetness beginning to come forth from her pussy, a liquid of quite a different consistency than the water in the tub.  It was an unmistakable reaction, one I was quite familiar with both in myself as well as in other women.

 

I now put even more pressure on my strokes, and as I did so, this helped to open up her pussy lips.  Now, when I reached the top of my upstroke, I was coming into contact with her clit, which already felt quite large.  On the downstroke, I let my fingers go as far south as I could, so that they were dragging on her perineum, even tickling the outer regions of her anus.  This evoked quite a reaction from her also, and as I sensed her breathing getting more ragged, I continued my up and down motion increasing the pressure with every stroke.

 

After another few minutes of this, I felt Carla’s body begin to tense up, and I knew she was approaching an orgasm.  I decided, however, that rather than continue, I would pull a little surprise on her.  I stopped touching her, pulling my hand away.  As I did, I opened my eyes, looking at her.  Her eyes shot open, looking at my in a pleading fashion, quite clearly trying to express the thought, “Don’t stop!”  I just shook my head, smiled, and tilted my head down so I could whisper in her ear, “Sorry, my sweet, but I have better things in mind for us.”  I then quickly stuck my tongue in her ear and ran it around, before picking my head back up.  I knew that all the boys could see was me smiling and whispering to her.

 

She just shook her head and smiled back at me.  She removed her hand from my leg, which had been continuing the same stroking it had been engaged in since she had moved to my inner thigh.  Just at that moment, the jets cut off again, just in the nick of time to keep the men totally unaware of what was going on below the surface.  We began to talk again, and joined the conversation the boys were carrying on.  Carla appeared to recover very quickly from the attention I had been paying her, but I knew that she wanted more.  The reaction of her body, as well as her eyes, said it all to me.

 

After another ten minutes or so, we were all beginning to prune, and we got out of the tub.  I let Carla go first, providing me with the opportunity to admire her ass on the way out.  It was just beautiful, and I had designs of some things I would desire to do with it.  And the hope that she would want to do the same with me!

 

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As we exited the hot tub, I glanced at my wife.  I love looking at her nude, and never miss an opportunity to do so.  As I did, I noticed that her nipples were quite erect, and her face was flush.  I knew the reaction of her nipples wasn’t from the cold, as they were already erect as soon as they came out of the water, so that only left one explanation.  When her negotiations had finished early, Carla had suggested calling Bob and Sarah.  I had dissented, suggesting we could have a better time spending the weekend in the city, since we now had it free.  As much as I tried to convince her, she pushed back even harder.  So I finally relented and agreed that she could call them.

 

Seeing Carla aroused, and having noticed that she and Sarah were sitting very close to each other, I suspected that something else was going on.  I knew that Carla fantasized about women; when we rented porn videos, she enjoyed most the girl-on-girl videos and was quite open about her preferences.  She was usually the one doing the renting, so I had gotten used to her bringing them home.  I didn’t complain, as I enjoyed them also.  While Carla had never said explicitly she was attracted to women, I suspected that she was.  Carla had told me that Sarah had confessed her bisexuality to her, so I suspected that Carla was looking for an opportunity tonight that had not yet presented itself to her at any other time in her life.

 

After Carla left the tub, I of course played the gentleman and insisted that Sarah go next.  This gave me a chance to check her out too, and I enjoyed the view of her ass on the way out also.  While I had not known Sarah well when we lived in the same city, I had always enjoyed being with her.  She was a little petite thing in comparison to Carla, barely five feet tall if that, but she had a killer body.  Just a great pair of tits and ass to go with it.  I had often fantasized about her, and while Carla and I had joked about swinging, I could never get her to explore the idea (even though I suspected she was curious about sex with women).

 

After we all got out of the tub and toweled off (I was enjoying the two pairs of large tits hanging down, as the women dried off their legs), Carla and I retrieved our swimsuits, put our robes on, and went back in the house.  We hung up our suits in the guest bathroom, then went back into the guest room.  As soon as the door was closed, I turned to her and said with a slight smile, “Hmm, that was an interesting performance sweetheart.”

 

She turned to me, returned my smile, and said, “Why, whatever do you mean, dear?”

 

I undid the tie on her robe, and slid my hands inside and over her ass, pulling her close.  “What was going on between the two of you?” I asked, while gently massaging both of her cheeks.

 

“Oh, just a little bit of girl play under the water,” she responded, slipping her hands inside my robe and grabbing my prick, which at this point was beginning to wake up. “It was quite fun, I have to say.”

 

“Would you care to provide a few more details?” I asked, but she declined, saying with a wink of her eye, “Oh, I’ll fill you in on everything later, don’t you worry.”

 

“Are you okay with this?” she inquired, but I think she already knew the answer.  I’d been encouraging her to explore her feelings about women, hoping it would open her up to swinging with another couple.  I answered in the affirmative, telling, “Hey, go for it babe – and if there’s anything I can do to help, just ask!”

 

She laughed, continuing to fondle my prick, which by now was rock hard, and said, “Don’t you worry.  I’ll be sure to let you know if there’s a role for you.  But for now, I think we need to get back out there, and you need to get that little puppy down again,” releasing my prick, which had been enjoying the attention, as she said this.  “Let’s just leave the robes on, rather than getting dressed again, and maybe that will help move things along.”

 

I smiled and said, “Okay,” detached myself from her ass, and waited a minute or so for my hard-on to subside.  We then went back into the living room, where Sarah and Bob were already sitting, still in their robes, wine glasses in hand.  They both smiled, and Sarah said, “I’m glad you guys decided to stay comfortable also.  Bob and I love lounging in our robes after the hot tub, it helps keep the relaxation coming.”  I noticed that one of them had lit a fire in the fireplace, which was starting to catch and warm up the room.  The lights were turned down, and some nice soft music was playing.  I caught Carla’s eye, and she responded with a slight raise of her eyebrow, a movement that was likely imperceptible to anybody who did not know her as well as I did.

 

Carla took the wine glass being offered by Bob, and proceeded to take a spot in front of the fireplace, lounging quite comfortably on the floor in front of it.  Her robe was tied tightly around her waist, but the act of lying down revealed a good portion of her long legs.  I joined her, cinching my belt as I sat just to make sure that it would well hide an erection that I feared would soon be returning.

 

There was a bit of an awkward silence, as we all just sat there sipping our wine, none of us quite sure what to say.  Finally, Carla spoke up, saying, “This has been such a wonderful evening, I don’t think I’ve relaxed like this in god knows how long.  I think I really needed it, especially after the stress of the negotiations with my client.”

 

Bob responded, “Well, anything we can do to help Carla, we’re happy to.  Right, Sarah?”  As he said this, he turned to Sarah and gave her a quite obvious wink, one whose purpose was not missed on me, nor I assumed, Carla.  Sarah just laughed, turned to us, and said, “Yes, we try to be very good hosts to our guests.”

 

To her credit, Carla did not miss a beat, and turned to Bob and said, “Well, if that’s really true, Bob, then will you be a dear and come over here and rub my feet for me?  I had those god-awful high heeled shoes on for three days straight, and my feet are sore as hell.”

 

Quicker than you can say “foursome,” Bob leapt off the couch and said, “Just a sec.”  He walked into the back of the house, and came back with something in his hand.  As he sat down by Carla’s feet, I could see him opening a bottle of some kind of lotion.  Carla grabbed a couple of pillows off the chair near her, piled them upon one another, and lay back.  Bob put some of the lotion on his hand and then proceeded to rub her feet, first one, then the other, while Sarah and I watched.  Carla was almost purring in appreciation; I know from experience she loves having her feet rubbed, and Bob had obviously had some experience with this.

 

After a few minutes, Sarah turned to me and said, “Andy, how about doing the same thing for me?  I don’t have the excuse of having those heels on, like your lovely wife, but I still enjoy a good foot rub every now and then.” 

 

Just as fast as Bob had moved a few minutes earlier, I was off the floor and onto the couch, sitting down at the opposite end as Sarah.  She swing her legs up on the couch, reclining on a pillow on the other end from me, and placed her feet in my lap.  They not coincidentally fell right in my crotch, likely giving Sarah a heads-up to the action down there as my prick was starting to show my arousal.  She did not give any reaction, however, and just closed her eyes and put her head back as Bob tossed me the lotion.  I put some on my hand, and began to rub her right foot.  She let out a big sigh, not unlike Carla’s purr of a few minutes earlier.

 

As I looked over at Bob, I saw that he had begun to extend his reach past Carla’s feet and further up her legs.  He silently motioned to me for the lotion, which I tossed back to him.  He put more on his hands, then began rubbing them up and down her legs, from the feet to just above her knees.  This served to push her robe open a bit, which she didn’t appear to observe, as her eyes were still closed.  The robe was open to about the top of her thighs, not so far that you could see her pussy, but close enough that any further upward movement would bring it into view.  Carla was clearly enjoying this, as she had a slight smile on her face along with an incredibly relaxed look.

 

Somewhat encouraged by Bob’s act, I too began the same movement on Sarah’s legs, with a  similar result to her robe.  Without having to be asked, Bob tossed me the lotion back, along with a wink and a smile in the process.  He was quite obviously as accepting of what I was doing to his wife as I was to what he was doing to mine.  I was enjoying touching a woman in this way for the first time since shortly after Carla and I had met, and while I was nervous for a few seconds, the combination of the wine and seeing what Bob and Carla were doing helped set my fears aside very quickly.

 

I continued rubbing Sarah’s legs, moving my hands up and down both the inside and the outside of her thighs.  After a few more moments, I saw her hands move toward her robe sash, and – eyes still closed – she loosened it just a bit.  She then moved her legs, with her feet still in my lap, just a little bit apart.  This forced open her robe all the way to her pussy, which much to my surprise and delight, was shaved.  Not a single brown hair, like those on her head, could be spotted. 

 

I took this as a signal that I could move my attention even further up her legs, and trying not to appear too eager, I did so.  I put more lotion on my hands (her legs were quite dry, most likely from the chemicals in the hot tub), and as I moved up her legs, I let my fingertips lightly brush against her pussy, eliciting a very quiet, yet pronounced, “Hmmmm, that’s nice” from her lips.  Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Bob in a similar position with Carla, with his hands lightly rubbing her shaven pussy.

 

Before I could take another stroke up her legs, Sarah opened her eyes and said, “Wait a minute.”  I was heart fallen, as I was afraid that she had decided she didn’t want to do this anymore.  But she said, “We’d be much more comfortable on the floor like Carla and Bob, don’t you think Andy?”  What had been a frown on my face quickly turned into a smile, and I replied, “Absolutely!”  Carla then chimed in, “Yes, why don’t you two come down here and join us where it’s so comfy and warm.”

 

Sarah moved her legs off of my lap, and without adjusting her robe, swung her legs down and got up.  At this point, the ends of her sash fell to the sides, opening up her robe completely.  For a split second, I thought she was going to just take it off entirely, but she didn’t and lay down on the floor right next to Carla, putting her head on the pillows Carla had previously retrieved.  Carla moved her head over a little bit to make room for her.  The two of them were side by side, their bare legs touching, heads right next to each other, and both shaven pussies were now very much visible to Bob and me.  I sat on the floor next to Sarah, giving Bob a smile as he looked over at me.

 

The two of us continued rubbing the lotion on the women’s legs, each of us with the same light touch on their pussies as we got to the top of the stroke.  I could feel Sarah’s pussy getting wet, and not too much later, could both see and smell the wetness.  It was an unmistakable scent – I’d experienced it enough with Carla to recognize the smell of a woman who was very aroused.  I looked over at Carla, and a sheen of wetness was apparent on her pussy lips also. 

 

After about five minutes more of this, with every stroke of our hands eliciting more of a reaction from our wives’ pussies, Sarah spoke up again.  Turning to me, she said, “This is just lovely, but there’s another part of me I love having rubbed also.”  With that, she rolled over, flipped up her robe, exposing her beautiful ass to me.  While I had seen it before, when she was getting out of the hot tub, having it exposed to me like this was like a dream come true.  It was so nicely rounded, with well-defined lines where her two globes met the top of her legs.  Her crack, running from below her waist down and under to her perineum, was a dusky pinkish-brown, and while I couldn’t see her pucker between them yet, I could only imagine what treasures would be found between those two globes.

 

Carla must have liked that idea (not surprising, as I knew she loved having her ass rubbed also), and she too rolled over exposing her ass to Bob.  I saw that she took her left hand, and draped it over Sarah’s back, underneath her robe, so that she could feel her skin.  Without hesitation, Bob and I loaded up our hands with lotion and began working on the two lovely asses in front of us.  By this point I had given up any pretense of trying to avoid showing my erection, as my prick was poking quite prominently at the front of my robe.  Bob was experiencing a similar reaction.

 

The feel of Sarah’s ass in my hands was just wonderful.  Her ass was a little smaller than Carla’s, as she was a good nine or ten inches shorter than Carla, and roughly about the same physique.  I started by paying attention to her cheeks, moving each hand around in circles, starting from the outside of each and then moving inward, in a swirl pattern.  Her ass had a nice feel to it, just large enough that it was somewhat soft and cushiony, yet not so large that it wasn’t well defined and proportioned along with the rest of her body. 

 

At the outset, I was just concentrating on her cheeks, but I was quickly drawn to and interested in exploring what else she had to offer back there.  As I continued the circular motion, I let each of my thumbs begin to graze her crack.  This resulted in her spreading her legs a bit more, opening it up even further for my visual and tactile pleasure.  I responded by more boldly rubbing my fingers up and down her crack. 

 

She responded vocally – with another subtle “hmmm” – as well as by her pussy getting even wetter.  With her legs spread, I could make out the sheen on her pussy lips again, which I had first seen when we were on the couch.  It was much more pronounced now, attesting to how much she was enjoying what I was doing.

 

I glanced over at Carla and Bob to see how they were doing, and not surprisingly, he appeared to be doing just as well with my wife as I was with his, if not better.  She too had opened up her legs, even wider than had Sarah, and Bob was rubbing from the top of her crack all the way down and over her pussy.  Bob had what could only be described as a “shit-eating” grin on his face, no doubt spurred on by the wetness he was finding as his finger rubbed over my wife’s pussy with every stroke.

 

Just as I was getting ready to do the same with Sarah, she shifted position a bit, turning more on her side away from me.  I paused, and she looked back over her shoulder, saying quietly, “It’s okay, Andy, don’t stop.”  She cocked her right leg up a bit, allowing me to still have access to her pussy as well as her ass.  She reached over, tapping Carla (who still had her eyes closed) on the shoulder, and motioned for her to turn on her side also, facing her.  Carla complied as Bob continued rubbing her ass.

 

The two women scooted their bodies closer together, so that they were almost touching.  Sarah reached over, undoing the sash on Carla’s robe, and threw it open.  She reached her right hand over and gently stroked Carla’s cheek, then moved down and began lightly touching her tit.  Carla responded with an “Ahhhhh,” clearly enjoying the touch of a woman on her breast for the first time.  She too reached out and began rolling Sarah’s right nipple in her fingers, causing both nipples to grow quite perceptibly in rapid fashion. 

 

Bob and I were both staring at this interaction between our wives while we kept up the attention to their asses.  Sarah then moved her head right up to Carla’s and began kissing her gently.  Carla immediately responded, opening up her lips to provide ready access for Sarah’s tongue, which quickly took advantage of the opening.  The two of them embarked on an incredibly sensuous kiss, their lips and tongues exploring each other. 

 

I took advantage of the distraction facing Sarah to more boldly stroke her pussy lips.  As I did so, the wetness combined with the pressure I placed between the two of them opened them up for me, allowing my finger ready access to her pussy.  Just as her tongue was exploring my wife’s mouth, first one, then two of my fingers began gently pistoning in and out of her pussy.  I then added a couple of finger from my other hand, not to fill her even further, but to lubricate them.  I then withdrew them, and began to rub up and down her ass crack again.  She further cocked her right leg, providing me even better access to both her pussy and her ass.  I began to run one finger around her rosebud, which was not easy to reach.  As I did this, I continued pistoning the fingers of my other hand in and out of her pussy.  As I did this, the two women continued to kiss and fondle each other’s breasts and nipples.

 

After just a minute or two of this, I could feel Sarah approaching an orgasm.  Her body began to tense up, her breathing became more rapid, and she pulled herself away from Carla’s kiss.  She cried out, “Oh god, yes, keep going, don’t stop.”  I responded to her command by pushing one finger into her now well-lubricated ass, moving it at the same pace to mirror that of my fingers in her pussy.  In a few short moments, she came in a crashing orgasm that wracked her entire body.  I withdrew my fingers from her two holes, and she rolled over on her back with an arm thrown across her forehead.

 

“That was great, sweetie, just awesome,” she said, smiling at me.  “You really know how to take care of a girl.”  I just smiled back at her, and said, “I try my best, ma’am.”  She grinned even more and said, “Oooh, I love a man who knows how to be so polite and respectful.”

 

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This was the most erotic thing I think I had ever done.  When I had the idea of calling Bob and Sarah, I never dreamed that it would turn out like this.  Yes, Sarah had confided in me back when we saw each other more that she was bi, but I never expected that we’d be having sex with each other or each other’s spouses this weekend!  I thought maybe she and I would just get a little quiet time together, where we would have a chance to talk about my feelings for other women and maybe she would have some suggestions for what I should do.  But when she started touching me in the hot tub, I was incredibly turned on and realized that she had much more in mind.

 

And now I just watched my husband bring her to an incredible orgasm while I was groping her breasts and deep kissing her, all while her husband was rubbing my ass and pussy.  Bob had stopped, most likely in admiration or perhaps amazement, as Sarah’s orgasm came crashing over her.  I was greatly enjoying his touch also, and didn’t want him to stop.  After Sarah told Andy how much she had enjoy cumming to his touch, I turned back to Bob and said jokingly, “Hey, I’m feeling a little left out here!”

 

Bob startled out of the reverie of watching his wife, and somewhat sheepishly said, “I’m so sorry Carla, I got just a wee bit distracted.”  The four of us burst out laughing at that comment, with all of us understanding just how he felt.  I didn’t want what was happening to stop, and I was worried that the levity would do that.  So I sat up, put my arms around his neck, and gave him a big kiss, allowing my tongue to enter his mouth and draw out his.  After a few seconds, I pulled back and said, “That’s okay, I’m willing to forgive you.  Now how can you make it up to me?”  I gave him my best coquettish look, flashing my eyelashes, and I reached down for his hand and placed it on my breast.

 

Sarah chimed in with, “Yes, Bob, to be a truly good host you’ll have to reciprocate by showing our guests as much attention as Andy just paid to me.”  After a few seconds wait, she added, “And maybe even a little more.”

 

She turned to me and said, “You know, Bob has quite a special talent that I think you’ll enjoy.  Would you like to experience it?”  Without batting an eyelash, I responded, “Well, if it’s a talent of his that you enjoy, Sarah, I’m sure I will too.”

 

Sarah smiled, saying, “Oh yes, I know you will Carla.  Why don’t you take off your robe entirely, and lie back down on your stomach.”  I complied with her suggestion, resting my head on my crossed hands on the pillow.  Sarah reached over and gently pulled on one of my legs, opening them up more widely.  I responded to her suggestion, quickly spreading them even further.  Sarah then grabbed the two pillows that she had been resting on, and with a light touch on my two hips, got me to raise them.  I did, and she slipped the pillows underneath me, providing what I knew would be a great view of – and easy access to – both my pussy and ass for Bob. 

 

Bob obviously knew what Sarah was referring to, because he didn’t act at all surprised or quizzical about what he was supposed to do.  He returned to kneading my ass cheeks, which I had been greatly enjoying before.  I opened my eyes for a few seconds to see what Sarah and Andy were up to.  They were both sitting on the floor near us, watching what Bob was doing.  Sarah was lightly stroking Andy’s penis, which he was quite clearly enjoying given the state of his arousal.

 

I closed my eyes again and concentrated on enjoying Bob’s touch.  His hands again returned to stroking up and down the crack of my ass, and as he reached the bottom, he brought his fingers down all the way to my pussy, now even more easily accessible with my hips thrust up into the air.  As he lubricated his fingers on the wetness that was now dripping quite liberally from my pussy (I momentarily worried about the effect this might have on the carpet, but then realized that Sarah was leaking just as profusely when Andy was working on her, without much consideration for the carpet!), he began to put a little more pressure on the pucker of my ass as he went by it.  At first it was a light ouch, but each time it got a little stronger, so that after a few minutes he was pushing quite strongly there.

 

I heard Sarah’s voice breaking into my thoughts.  “Are you enjoying this, my sweet?” she was asking.  I responded by saying “Oh yes, it feels great, Bob is really good at this.”  Sarah just smiled at me.

 

I felt myself getting close to an orgasm for the second time tonight, but damned if Bob didn’t have the same inclination as his wife and he suddenly stopped.  I opened my eyes and looked at Bob, and groaned, “Oh god, not again!” 

 

Sarah laughed out loud and Bob just looked puzzled.  But he quickly said to me, “Don’t worry, there’s more to come.  Close your eyes again.”  At this point I would do anything they wanted if somebody – anybody – would just bring me to orgasm.  So I closed my eyes and waited.  I felt Bob moving around behind me, and felt him straddling my lower legs.  A few seconds later, the next sensation I felt was a wetness on my ass crack, and I realized that it was Bob’s tongue. 

 

I was instantly in heaven.  Andy and I hadn’t done much anal play, other than touching each other back there.  I had long fantasized about having somebody lick me there, but Andy had never shown any interest in using his tongue, and I didn’t push him on it.  Bob began by taking long licks up and down my crack, retracing the earlier path of his fingers.  He wasn’t stopping to pay any special attention to my rosebud, but I had faith that it would soon get the attention it craved.  And sure enough, I began to feel his tongue pausing there, and begin to circle it as it passed over.

 

This caused me to involuntarily spread my legs and raise my hips even further, trying to get more pressure between my ass and his tongue.  But Bob was very patient, and he kept up the same path, even in the face of my growing frustration.  He was very attentive though, and I felt his tongue alternating between my crack, rimming me, and dipping lightly into my pussy as he reached the bottom of each stroke.

 

All I could do was to mutter “Hmmm, this is so nice” as Bob continued his efforts.  He now shifted to concentrate more exclusively on rimming me, his tongue pushing more insistently in there, easing it open more and more with every push.  My pussy at first was missing the attention, but it was soon rewarded with Bob’s fingers.  I couldn’t tell how many he had put in there, but I felt very full.  They began to piston in and out in the same rhythm with his tongue in my ass, in a manner similar to what Andy had been doing to Sarah just a short while ago.

 

I quickly felt my orgasm building, and I was crying out, “Yes, yes, please, more, more, more.”  Bob continued his in-and-out thrusts until the orgasm came crashing down upon me, causing my body to shake and tremble.  Somehow Bob managed to keep contact with both my pussy and my ass, very gently on both, helping me down from the most amazing orgasm I had had in some time.

 

Bob was still gently stroking my ass, and I felt a pair of soft hands also rubbing my back.  Sarah leaned over, kissed me on my cheek, and said very quietly in my ear, “See what I mean about Bob’s talent?”

 

 

Part 2

 

The events of the last couple of hours were still swimming in my head.  Here I was lying naked on the floor of somebody else’s house, just having enjoyed a great orgasm from another man who was not my husband.  But I wasn’t feeling in the least bit guilty, largely because my husband was sitting just a few feet away watching the whole thing.  And what was even more amazing was that my friend Sarah was sitting next to him with her hand stroking his penis, or at least she was before I had closed my eyes, crashing after the orgasm.

 

When we both lived in the same city, I had confided in Sarah that I was attracted to women.  She had already told me that she was bi, so I knew I could talk to her without her getting all weird on me.  But we had never really had the opportunity to discuss it in much detail, and I certainly did not know that Sarah and her husband were swingers.  Or at least I assumed they were, based on what had happened since we arrived at their house that afternoon.

 

It had started when we were in the hot tub, and Sarah had sat very close next to me.  The next thing I knew, she was stroking my thigh, and I realized her intentions were not all so honorable.  As you read in the previous installment of this adventure, we had eventually gotten to the point where my husband, Andy, was pleasuring Sarah, and Bob was returning the favor with me.  It was wonderful, but as I was still recovering from my orgasm, I was thinking again about being with a woman and how I could get Sarah to continue what she had started earlier.

 

A voice reached me in my reverie, lying with my eyes closed on the carpet in front of their fireplace.  “So did you enjoy that, Carla?”  Sarah was saying, and I realized quickly she was speaking to me.

 

I opened my eyes, turned my head, and saw that Sarah was still stroking Andy.  He was quite hard, and I knew he was enjoying Sarah’s touch as much as he had enjoyed seeing what Bob had done to me to make me cum.  Andy and I had jokingly talked about the possibility with sex with another couple on a number of occasions, but it had never progressed past the point of a joke.  But I could tell from the discussions that the thought of it greatly turned him on.

 

I looked Sarah in the eye, and with Bob still rubbing my ass, chuckled and said, “Oh god, yes, of course I enjoyed that – what wasn’t there to like about it?” 

 

Sarah smiled back at me, saying, “Just wanted to make sure.”  She let go of Andy’s prick, leaned over and kissed my cheek, and before she sat back up whispered quickly in my ear, “I want to continue where we left off in the hot tub and before here in front of the fire, so play along with me.”  I just smiled back at her, my signal that I heard and would go along.  She turned back to Andy.  “You boys must be very aroused by now, I imagine, aren’t you?”

 

Both Andy and Bob smiled and nodded their heads.  Sarah replied, “I’m sure I can help with that little problem.”  With that she got on her knees, and put her head in Andy’s lap, lightly tonguing his prick.  He spread his legs to give her good access, and leaned back against the couch, making himself more comfortable.  She began going up and down his shaft, but before she got too involved, she picked her head up, looked back at Bob, and motioned to him to come a little closer.  As she did this, she spread her legs a bit, and Bob took that as an obvious signal.  He came over to her from behind with his hard prick in his hands, and placed it between her legs.  With the wetness caused by the earlier attention her pussy had received, Bob easily slid into her from behind.  I rested my head on one hand, still lying on the floor, and watched the show unfolding in front of me.

 

Sarah bent back down, and continued her ministrations to my husband’s prick.  She was going up and down on it with her mouth, and every few strokes, she would stop and go at the tip of it with her tongue.  As she did this, Bob continued pumping in and out of her from behind.  As this continued for another few minutes, I could see the three of them approaching their orgasms, and sure enough, Andy was soon coming.  Sarah managed to swallow all of his cum, just as Bob was cumming inside her, and she too was enjoying another orgasm. 

 

The three of them collapsed on the rug, the men both clearly quite spent, and even Sarah needing to catch her breath.  She turned her head to look at me, gave me a wink, and mouthed silently, “Later.”  I just nodded my head slightly, still unsure exactly what was going to happen.

 

After a few minutes of rest, she got up, saying, “Okay, I’m beat, let’s go to sleep.  We’ve got a whole weekend ahead of us.”  She received no argument from the men, as the two of them dragged themselves up off the floor and stumbled toward bed, obviously looking forward to the opportunity to crash on their respective beds and regain some energy for whatever the rest of the weekend may bring.  I too got up, and as I started to follow Andy toward our bedroom, Sarah grabbed my arm, pulling me back for a second.  She brought her head close to mine, stuck her tongue in my ear for an erotic little kiss, and whispered, “Meet me back here in 30 minutes.”  She then placed her hand on the top of my naked ass and ran a finger down my crack.

 

I felt like I would almost cum from that touch alone.  I managed to keep from stumbling, and all I could get out was “Okay.”  I then followed Andy into the bedroom, cleaned up a bit, and climbed into the bed, where I found my husband already asleep.

 

The next half hour took an eternity. I kept glancing at the glow of the clock radio next to the bed, trying to will the minutes to move faster, to no avail.  If anything, it seemed like my efforts were making time slow down.  But finally, 30 minutes had passed, and I quietly got out of bed so as not to disturb Andy, threw on a sleepshirt, and tiptoed out of the room, carefully closing the door behind me.

 

When I got to the living room, I found Sarah lying on the couch in the light of the dying fire.  She looked beautiful, with her round body partially covered by a robe that was open and showing off her breasts and beautiful, shaved pussy.  She smiled when she saw me coming, and shifted her legs off the couch enough to make room for me to sit.  I sat down next to her, still unsure exactly what would happen, but having an idea of what kinds of things I wanted to happen.

 

Sarah spoke in a low voice. “If your husband is anything like mine, I knew that after an orgasm he’d be ready to crash.” 

 

I just laughed and said, “Yeah, you’re right, most men are exactly the same.  He is a wonderful lover, but it’s true, once he’s had an orgasm, he’s good for little else.”

 

“Tell me about it – Bob’s exactly the same way.  That’s why I knew we could meet back out here.”  She chuckled and asked if I wanted something to drink.  I answered yes, that in fact I was thirsty come to think of it.

 

Sarah got up off the couch and as she headed to the kitchen, I followed her with my eyes.  Her robe swayed back and forth over her cute ass, just covering it but leaving most of her legs exposed.  They were strong, yet shapely, and accentuated the rest of her body nicely.  She called back to me, asking me what I wanted.  I asked for some ice water, which she was back with in a flash.

 

She handed me the water, and sat down on her end of the couch again, still not bothering to tie the sash on her robe.  She took a sip of the water she poured herself, then put the glass down on the end table.  She turned to me, beckoned with her hand, and said softly, “Come here, sweetie.”

 

I put my glass down after taking a sip of water, and moved toward her on the couch.  I moved my head toward hers, thinking she wanted to kiss, but as I got close, she took my head in her hands and placed it down on her breasts.  I laid on my side resting my head on her large, soft breasts, and she gently began stroking my hair and forehead.  It felt wonderful, experiencing a woman’s soft, loving touch like this.  I just relaxed like that, feeling her chest rise and fall with her breaths, her hands continuing the stroking of my hair and head.

 

After a few minutes of this, Sarah leaned forward, still not saying a word, and reached for the bottom of my sleepshirt, which reached just below my pussy.  She began pulling it up, and as it caught between my hip and the couch, I assisted her by raising my ass and then my back slightly.  She continued pulling it up, until she had exposed up to my breasts.  She left the front of the shirt bunched there, and gently pushed on my body so that I was lying on my back on the couch, with my head still resting on her pillowy breasts.  She resumed stroking me, but this time was running her hand in circles around my breasts, first one, then the other, purposely avoiding the nipple.  I was wavering between incredible relaxation and arousal, as on the one hand her touch was the most soothing thing I had felt in some time, while on the other my body was clearly reacting sexually. 

 

But Sarah appeared to be in no rush.  She continued this stroking for what must have been a good ten minutes, still not touching the nipples, but just concentrating on the breasts.  At times she would reach over and lift a breast with one hand, while running the fingertips of her other on the underside of the breast, gently tickling there.

 

And then she stopped, leaned over, and placed her lips upon mine.  It was an incredibly sensuous kiss, her soft lips gently working their way over mine, her tongue lightly pushing its way into my mouth.  I opened my lips to ease the way, and our tongues did a gentle dance, teasing each other, thrusting in and out in an alternating sequence.  As I felt my pussy juices begin to flow again, relaxation was now way out of my head and I was in a full state of arousal.  Just as I was enjoying this activity, Sarah pulled her head back.  I was left with my mouth agape, and all I could do was stare at her, willing her to come back and kiss me some more.

 

But Sarah just smiled wryly, looking down on me.  “Yes, you have something you want to say?” she asked me.

I stuttered for a second, unable to get out a reply at first.  Finally, I mumbled, “Ummm, that was wonderful, can we continue?”

 

“We can, but I want to make sure you know what you’re getting into,” she replied.

 

“What do you mean?”

 

“Well, I know you’ve never really been with a woman before, so before we go any further, I just wanted to make sure you really wanted this.”

 

I was a bit shocked, because I figured Sarah could tell from the reaction of my body – both now as well as earlier – that I definitely wanted this.  But I decided maybe she was just being cautious, not wanting to get me involved in something I couldn’t handle, sort of “checking in” at each step of the way.  “Yes Sarah, I truly do want this. You know I’ve thought about this for awhile, and I love the way I feel and what you’re doing to me.”

 

“Okay, sweetie, I just wanted to make sure.  I will guide you in this experience, but you have to be willing to give yourself to me.”

 

I continued looking up at her, not sure what she meant.  I thought about it for a few seconds, but didn’t know how to respond, other than “Okay, whatever you say.”  I trusted Sarah, and knew that she would not do anything to hurt me.  But in the back of my head I was still a bit bewildered by her words.

 

“Good.  Why don’t we get a little more comfy back on the floor in front of the fire.”  She got up, threw another couple of logs on the fire to get it going again, and I got off the couch to join her.  Not quite sure what to do, I just stood there next to her, waiting for an instruction.  She stood next to me, just a few inches away, looking at me with that little smile on her face, and after a few seconds said, “Why don’t you lie down on your tummy.  And take your shirt all the way off.”

 

I nodded, and did as she told.  I crossed my arms, and she handed me a pillow.  Resting my head on it, I stretched out and closed my eyes, unsure what would happen next.  As I did this, I felt Sarah kneeling next to me.  I heard the “pop” of the massage lotion, and then felt her hands on my back, and the cool feeling of the lotion being spread around.  The cool feeling quickly warmed as her soft hands worked the lotion into my skin.  She concentrated on my back, working the area between my neck and my waist.  She had a wonderful touch, much gentler and softer than what I had been getting from Bob earlier.

 

I was greatly enjoying the rhythmic sensations as she continued to work on my back, her hands adding to the heat being generated from the fireplace.  After a few minutes or so, and just as I was again beginning to lose myself to her touch, she stopped once more.  I felt her sit back, and I opened my eyes and turned toward her.  She said very softly, “Roll over on your back sweetie.”

 

I complied, keeping my head on the pillow; as I did this I saw her rise up and walk out of the room.  When she came back a few seconds later, I saw that she was holding something in her hand, but I couldn’t see what it was.  She kneeled down next to me, and planted a kiss lightly on my lips.  She brought her hands up, and placed something over my eyes, gently lifting to place it around the back of my head.  I realized it was some kind of blindfold, like the kind people wear to sleep when it is light out.  It was very effective, as I realized I couldn’t see any light, not even that coming from the fireplace a few feet away.

 

“I thought you might enjoy it to be surprised a bit,” she said, by way of explanation.  I responded, “Okay,” as I felt her rising again next to me.  Here I was, lying naked on the floor, blindfolded, with this highly erotic woman standing next to me.  Twelve hours ago, if you had told me this would have been happening, I would have been totally surprised.  But it all seemed so right now that it was actually taking place.

 

I heard Sarah walking around, followed by the rustling of fabric.  I figured she must have been taking off her robe, which she had kept on all this time.  I then felt her near me again, and just didn’t know what to expect.  I was praying that she would continue touching me as she had been on the couch, but with the hope that she would start paying attention to my pussy, to finish what she had started in the hot tub.  For what seemed like a long time, but was probably no more than a minute or two, she seemed to be just standing there.  Even though I couldn’t see it, I felt like her gaze was upon me, that she was looking up and down my body.

 

“You know, Carla, you have a beautiful body.  Curves in all the right places, just like my body, not too thin, built like a woman should be built.”  So I was right that she was checking me out, and I appreciated the compliment.  Like all women, I sometimes get insecure about my body, so it was affirming to hear another woman – one who I had been so intimate with sexually – complimenting me on how I looked.

 

I began to reply, “Thank you Sarah,” but before I could get the words out, I felt her kneel down next to me, and felt a finger on my lips. “Shhh, my sweet, no need to reply, I was just telling you how much I liked what I saw.”  I just nodded my head, trying my best to follow her directions.

 

I felt her move again, and then felt her body over mine.  The next thing I knew, she was sitting on my chest, not with her full weight, but only part of it.  I felt her legs on either side of my breasts, and could feel her shaved pussy resting lightly between them.  I inhaled and could smell her sweet scent of arousal so close to my face.  It smelled beautiful, a scent I hadn’t experienced so close before.  She scooted around forward and backward, side to side a bit, gently massaging my breasts with the cheeks of her ass.  She was being very careful not to put too much weight on me, just maintaining enough pressure to make it feel good.  I could feel my nipples begin to grow, enjoying the attention they were receiving from her cheeks.

 

After a minute or two of this, I felt her scoot even further forward, and before I realized what was happening, I felt her wet pussy on my chin.  I had never been so close to another woman’s pussy before.  I felt a mix of both fear and arousal, fear because I wasn’t sure if I would be able to do what I knew was coming next, and arousal because it smelled and felt so good.  I knew I wanted to taste that wet pussy, but never having tasted another woman, I didn’t know how I was going to react. 

 

Before I could think about it anymore, she scooted a few inches forward again, bringing her pussy to my mouth.  She leaned forward, placing her lips near my right ear, and whispered, “Start licking, sweetie.”  I tentatively opened my lips and stuck out my tongue, quickly making contact with the wetness flowing from her pussy.  I wasn’t sure what to expect; I had tasted my own pussy juices on my fingers after masturbating, but knew that every woman tasted different.  I found Sarah’s pussy to taste slightly sweet, but with a musky scent and taste to it, definitely a stronger taste than mine.  Not bad, just different.

 

After a few tentative licks, I became a bit bolder.  I stuck my tongue out further, stabbing it deeper into her pussy.  The juices kept flowing, and I felt them running down the side of my cheeks.  I alternated between her inner and outer lips, licking and sucking one, then the other, then moving to the other side.  As I did this, I felt Sarah grinding her pussy gently against my lips and tongue, still being careful not to smother me, but clearly enjoying what I was doing and looking to make stronger contact.

 

I then licked up and started working on her clit.  It was quite prominent, and I had no problem getting my tongue all around it.  With a little adjustment, and some help on her part, I was able to raise my lips up to be able to suck on it.  I gently sucked it, punctuated with an occasional lick around it from my tongue.

 

I knew that my pussy juices were flowing just as heavily as were Sarah’s.  It was so erotic, this incredibly sexy woman sitting on my face, her pussy surrounding my lips, my tongue stuck as far up in it as I could get it.  I loved it!  I was quickly over my original trepidation, and was licking at her full force.  I couldn’t get enough of all of her pussy – the lips, inside (try as I could, my tongue wasn’t long enough to reach her g-spot), and her clit.  I felt her responding more and more to me, and I felt that she would reach an orgasm soon.  But just as I felt she was getting close, she pulled away.

 

Just as with her interrupted kiss earlier, my tongue and lips continued surging forward for a few seconds trying to find the sweet nectar they had been enjoying.  She continued rising, as I felt her getting up from me.  She quickly came back down again, but this time I realized she had turned around.  Now it was her beautiful ass that was facing my head, and she gently scooted backwards, until it made contact with my lips and tongue.  I heard one word emanate from her mouth now.

 

“Continue.”

 

I did as I was told, and began to gently lick all around her cheeks.  If I would have been surprised that I was having sex with a woman, I would have been absolutely shocked to think that I could be doing this to another woman.  I didn’t even do this to Andy, so couldn’t imagine doing it with another woman.  But here I was, and much to my surprise, I found it just as erotic as licking her pussy.  Her scent back here was similar to her pussy, but slightly different – a tad stronger, more musky, but not at all offensive. 

 

I became a bit bolder, and after a few minutes of running my tongue around her cheeks, I began to move toward her pucker. I lightly ran my tongue in circles around it, mimicking what Sarah had been doing earlier with her hands on my breasts.  Sarah was clearly enjoying what I was doing, as I felt her body reacting and could hear gentle moans coming from her mouth.

 

The concentric circles became smaller and smaller as I moved my tongue closer to the center of the pucker.  I began gently to stab at it, pushing lightly at first, then harder, as it finally gave way and I could feel my tongue up her ass.  I pistonned it back and forth, as Sarah gently rocked herself back and forth on my ass.  After a few moments of this, I could sense that she was getting close to an orgasm, and sure enough, she finally came as a loud, shuddering moan shook her entirely body.  It was so loud that I was afraid Andy and Bob would wake up, stumbling out to the living room to see what the noise was.  I could only imagine what the sight would have been like to them, Sarah naked on top of me, blindfolded.

 

But I heard no steps, and sensed only the heavy breathing of Sarah, her body rising up and down while it rested on mine.  After a minute or two, she got up, turned around, and lay on top of me, her face toward mine.  She slid the blindfold up off my eyes, and I blinked as the light hit them.  After adjusting to the light, I saw her smile, just a few inches from my face, and heard her voice say, “That was beautiful, my sweet – you did a wonderful job!”

 

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I had a sense with Carla that not only was she bisexual, but that she had submissive tendencies also.  While she showed some boldness when we were in the hot tub, she seemed to enjoy it much more when I took the lead in touching her.  I decided I would explore both her bisexuality and her submissiveness, but to do so I needed to get the men out of the way.  I was afraid that Carla would be unable or unwilling to truly open up to me if Bob, or more importantly, her husband Andy, were still in the room.  The easiest way to set things up was to get the men out of the room as expeditiously as possible, and I knew that giving each of them a quick orgasm would do the trick.  Sure enough, just like clockwork, the two of them were more than happy to head to bed and crash after they each enjoyed an orgasm, courtesy of me.

 

Once they were out of the way, I looked forward to some time alone with Carla.  She met me right on schedule, as I had suggested to her, and after teasing her a bit, I had managed to get her in position to lick me to orgasm. Just as I suspected, she showed not just a willingness, but a great enthusiasm in having sex with another woman, as well as in letting me take the lead in her journey.  She showed no hesitation when I put the blindfold on her, and she reacted passionately when I moved from touching her to sitting on her face.  She obviously enjoyed what she was doing as she first tongued my pussy, and then when I turned around to have her lick my ass.  When she was doing that, I could see the juices flowing from her pussy, and while I was tempted to bend down and stick my tongue in to taste them and enjoy her, I resisted as I wanted her to just focus on pleasuring me.  I am one of those women who can come just from having attention paid to her ass, so I loved what she had done to me.

 

After she finished, and I enjoyed a wonderful orgasm, I decided I would push things a bit further and see how much of her submissiveness she was willing to share with me.  I told her what a nice job she had done, and rewarded her by again stroking her body.  With her blindfold off, I could now see the sparkle in her eyes, as well as the smile on her beautiful red lips which were glistening still with my juices.

 

I lay down next to Carla, and began gently running my fingers up and down her belly.  Her eyes closed, but the smile stayed on her lips.  I continued this for a few minutes, and then whispered into her ear, “Would you like to continue exploring with me, my pet?”  Her eyes opened, and she turned toward me, still smiling, and answered, “Yes.”

 

“You said earlier you were willing to give yourself to me.  Are you truly sure you want to do this?”

 

Carla looked at me somewhat hesitantly.  I didn’t know if she was unclear about what I was intimating, or if she realized what was happening but was reluctant to make the commitment I was asking of her.  She continued to gaze into my eyes, and after a few moments, her eyes lowered and she simply nodded her head. 

 

I took that as a sign that she knew what was happening between us.  “Look at me and speak to me Carla, I want to hear your voice affirming what I asked you.”  She responded by raising her eyes again, meeting mine, and said simply,  “Yes.”

 

“Yes, what, Carla?”

 

“Yes, Sarah, I truly want to give myself to you.”

 

“What is it you want to give to me Carla – be specific.”

 

“My body, I want to give my body to you for your pleasure.”

 

Those were the words I wanted to hear, the words that confirmed for me that she was ready to be my submissive pet.  There was just one more step in her acquiescence. “And what is the proper way to address me, my pet?”

 

She looked at me, a bit confused, but then a light must have gone on in her head.

 

“Mistress Sarah?” she asked.

 

“Yes, my pet, that is right.  When we are alone together, you will refer to me as your Mistress.”  I smiled down at her, now stroking her forehead with the same light touch I had been using on her belly.  She smiled back, obviously pleased that she had gotten that one right.

 

“Okay, dear, if you truly want to give me your body for whatever I wish to do with it, then you will do as you are told.  But before we do, it is important that we understand the rules.  I want to test your limits in submitting to me, but I don’t want to do anything that puts you at risk or brings pain – either physical or emotional – to you.  So we need to choose a safeword.  Are you familiar with safewords?”

 

She nodded her head, “Yes, Mistress, I have read about them.”

 

“Good, pet, then what do you want to choose as your safeword.”

 

She thought for a second, then responded confidently, “Red, Mistress.  In my fantasies about this, I have always thought about using the word ‘red’ as my safeword.”

 

“Good, then ‘red’ it is.  If at any time you want to stop, just say ‘red’ and I will stop immediately.”

 

“Thank you, Mistress,” she responded.

 

“Now let me ask you, Sarah, do you think Andy is likely to wake up anytime soon?”

 

She laughed heartily, shaking her head. “No, Mistress, if he didn’t wake up at the sound of your orgasm, I know we are not likely to see him until the light of day.”

 

“Good,” I said, “because I know the same is true of Bob, which means we will have plenty of time to play right here in this cozy spot.  Now, to get started, I want you to do something for me.  I want you to put your blindfold back on, and lie again on your tummy with your head on the pillow.”

 

“Yes, Mistress,” she replied and immediately complied with my request.  I walked out of the room and to the hall closet where I had earlier placed the bag in which Bob and I keep all our sex toys.  I had hoped for this opportunity with Carla, so I had surreptitiously put it in there earlier in the day when Bob wasn’t looking.

 

I carried the bag back to the fireplace, where my lovely charge lay waiting for me.  I knew that the tension and anticipation were keeping her in a high state of arousal, an assumption confirmed as I could literally smell her arousal as I walked back into the room.  The juices flowing from her pussy were visible, even as she was lying on her stomach, as her legs were just parted enough that I could see her pussy lips.

 

I placed the bag down next to her, and first took out a Velcro cuff.  I leaned down and put my lips very close to her ear. “We’re going to begin now, my sweet.  I don’t want you to say anything unless I ask you a specific question, is that clear?”

 

“Yes, Mistress Sarah, I understand.”

 

“Good, pet.  I’m sure you will do just fine,” I reassured her.  With that, I gently took her two wrists, bring them together over her back, and wrapped the Velcro cuff around both, binding them together.  I next reached into the bag, taking out an adjustable spreader bar.  I opened it up, and placed it down near her feet.  I put my two hands on her inner thighs, and gently eased them apart.  She knew what I wanted, as she quickly complied by spreading her legs as much as she could, given the position she was in.  I attached the Velcro cuff at each end of the spreader bar to each ankle, leaving her nice and wide open, allowing me easy access to her lovely shaved pussy.

 

I leaned back down to her again, and whispered in her ear, “I have a lovely gag here that I can use on you, but I think I will wait to see if I need it before I use it.”

 

Carla replied, “Okay, Mistress,” and before the words were out of her mouth, I gave her left ass cheek a sharp slap, not hard enough to really hurt but strong enough to leave a faint pink mark on her cheek.  A quick “Ow” emanated from her mouth, an involuntary response to the surprise of getting spanked. “I told you to only respond when I ask you a specific question.  You disobeyed me, and that is why you were spanked.  If you disobey me again, you will be spanked or punished in another manner.”

 

I half expected her to issue her safeword, but to her credit, she didn’t say a word and just lay there, waiting.  “Is that clear, my pet?”

 

“Yes, Mistress.”

 

“Good.  I know this isn’t easy for you, since this is your first time, but you will do best if you concentrate on what I tell you and what I do to you.”  I took a silk scarf out of the toy bag, held it over her back, and began to run it up and down her back, light enough that it was just touching her body.  As I did this, she began to squirm a bit.  I don’t think it was tickling her, but more that she was getting very aroused. “Try not to move, my pet,” I told her, and the squirming lessened.

 

I increased the pressure, now running the silk over the back of her entire body, from her neck all the way down to the sole of her feet.  Holding the scarf between my two hands, I paid particular attention first to her ass cheeks, and after that, to her crack.  I began to run the scarf with more pressure from the top of her crack, down to between her labia.  She became more aroused, as her juices were flowing again just as they were earlier when she was licking me to orgasm.

 

Soft moans were emanating from her lips, once again confirming the effect I was having on her.  “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you my pet?”

 

“Oh yes, Mistress Sarah, I am.”

 

“Have you ever had a woman do anything like this to you?”

 

“No, Mistress Sarah, I’ve never had anybody do this to me.”

 

“You and Andy have never played with dominance and submission, sweetie?”

 

“No, Mistress, we never have.”

 

I was not surprised, as I did not think her submissive fantasies had ever had an outlet.  I didn’t think that Andy could be dominant; if anything, he struck me as more submissive, just as Bob was.

 

I continued rubbing the scarf between her labia until it was soaked with her juices.  I then brought it up to her face, allowing her to inhale her sweet aroma.  After a few seconds, I removed it and lay it on her back.  I then took a finger, and began slowly pistonning it in and out of her pussy.  She quickly tried to raise her hips up to meet it, to try to drive it deeper into her pussy, but I firmly pushed down on her ass with my other hand.  She understood the message and again lay flat on the floor.

 

I then added another finger to the first, and after a minute more, two more fingers.  I knew that she wouldn’t last much longer before she orgasmed, but I wanted to bring her right to the brink.  I continued until I sensed that she was almost there, and just before I felt she was ready to burst, I quickly pulled all four fingers out of her gaping pussy.  The surprising action caused her to cry out, “Don’t stop, pleeeaaasssse!”

 

I firmly slapped her ass again, this time a little stronger than last time.  “You do not speak unless I ask you a question,” I reminded her. “Your pleasure is under my control. I will decide when you will come.”

 

Carla whimpered quietly, but then became still again and didn’t make another sound.  I lightly stroked the back of her neck.  I knew that she was learning, that my actions were having the desired effect on her.  The combination of punishment for undesirable actions, and reward for good behavior, would train her as a true submissive.

 

I knew it was time for the next step.  I leaned down, again whispering into her ear, “Have you ever had anything in that sweet ass of yours, my pet?”  Even with her eyes blindfolded, I could see the look of surprise on her face. “No, Mistress, not really.”

 

“What do you mean, ‘not really’?”

 

“Well, Andy has on a few occasions teased me with a finger there, but that’s all, Mistress.”

 

“Okay, pet, then we’ll see how you react to my playing with your ass.”  I once again reached into the toy bag, and pulled out a butt plug.  It was one of our small ones, not too big around nor long, the kind I first used on Bob when I was first training him to submit his ass to me.  I moved Cara’s cuffed hands slightly to the side of her back.  I got a container of lube out of the bag, flipped up the top, and turned it upside down right over the top of Carla’s crack.  I knew that she heard what I was doing, which probably gave her a clue what was going to happen, but the cold lube dripping on her crack still caught her by surprise and she shuddered as it hit.

 

I continued dripping the lube on the top of her crack, until the pool collecting there grew large enough that it began to slide down the crack toward her asshole and labia.  I stopped the lube, flipping the lid securely on and putting it down.  I just let Carla lie there, feeling the sensation of the lube running over her ass and mixing with her abundantly flowing pussy juices as it reached her labia.  I knew that once again the anticipation would help to heighten her state of arousal even further.

 

After a minute or two, I stuck one of my fingers in the lube in her crack, swirling it around, and then used the collected lube to coat the butt plug.  I said to her, “Okay, sweetie, now you just relax and this won’t hurt a bit.”  I took the tip of the plug, and very lightly ran it from the top of her crack, down over her asshole and just touching her labia, tracing the path that the lube had followed moments earlier.  I did this four times, allowing her to get used to both the feel of the plug and the idea of what I would be doing with it shortly.  On the fifth pass, I stopped right over her asshole, and very gently pushed it against her pucker.  Her hips rose up slightly to meet it, and I knew she was ready.  I pushed a bit harder now, twisting it around, continuing the pressure until with a “thwop” sound, it was all the way in, with only the flared base sticking out.  As it went in, a quiet “Oh” escaped from Carla’s lips.

 

“Oh, what a pretty sight you are, my pet.  Lying there, all bound up, your eyes covered, with this cute little plug sticking right out of your luscious ass.”  And she really was quite a sight, her nice plump ass spiked with the plug right in the middle of it.

 

I let her just lie there for a minute or so, getting used to the full feeling in her ass.  She didn’t say anything, as she had been instructed, but I could see her body becoming more relaxed.  I decided for the next move I wanted better access to her pussy, so I reached to each of her ankles and undid the Velcro straps holding the spreader bars.  I then told her to get up on her knees.  This was a bit of a challenge with her hands still cuffed behind her back, but with a little help from my hands under her waist, she was able to do so, still with her head resting on the pillow.  I knew this wasn’t the most comfortable position, but I didn’t plan on keeping her in it for too long.

 

With her ass in the air and now prominently pointing up at me, she looked even more luscious.  I again stroked her back and her ass, wetting my fingers in the lube remaining in her crack and rubbing it into her ass cheeks.  She was almost purring, she was enjoying the attention so much.  Every now and then I would give the plug a little turn, or pull it out a bit and then push it back in.  The more times I did this, the easier it became to manipulate it and the more her ass opened up for me.  And the more I did this, the more her cute ass wiggled in front of me, enjoying the attention I was giving it.

 

As I continued this, I now reached down with my other hand and began stroking her outer lips.  With my fingers spread, I stroked up and down the outer lips, feeling her wetness mixed with the little bit of lube that had seeped that far down her crack.  After paying attention to her outer lips, I then shifted inward, to mimic the same action on her inner lips.  She was so wet, that her juices were flowing down onto my fingers. 

 

I knew that continuing this would bring her once again to the brink of orgasm.  I decided that now was the time to allow her to come, and quickly shifted from stroking her inner lips to pushing two fingers in and out of her pussy.  She was so wet, and so open, that I was easily able to add the remaining two fingers to the first two.  As I jammed my fingers in and out of her pussy, I was pulling the butt plug more violently in and out of her ass in the same rhythm, almost all the way out, and then all the way back in again.  I then my thumb in order to fist her, the wetness down there making it almost effortless to push my entire hand in and out of her pussy.

 

The sighs and purring that had been emanating from her mouth now became loud moans, as the sensations were affecting her in a way I suspected she had never experienced before.  I knew she was very close, so I said over her moans, “Yes, my pet, now is the time.  Come for your Mistress, let me see your orgasm overtake your beautiful body.”

 

That was evidently all she needed, as before I could get the last words out of my mouth, a huge orgasm wracked her body.  She shuddered from the tip of her toes all the way up to her head, and as this happened, I felt a huge gushing out of her pussy, all over my hand.  She then collapsed in a heap on the floor.  I managed to keep my fingers in her pussy as she went down, but as she rested on the floor and her body stopped convulsing I gently eased my hand out, and with my other hand slowly slid the plug out of her ass.  I then uncuffed her wrists, to make her more comfortable.

 

She rested for a few moments, and then in a voice short of breath she said, “Thank you, Mistress.  That was the most amazing feeling I’ve ever experienced.”  I saw the smile on her face, and lifting the blindfold off of her eyes, saw her eyes lit up.

 

“Yes, my pet, I’m sure it was.  You surprised me as you came, I didn’t know you were a squirter,” I said with a chuckle.

 

“I didn’t know either, Mistress, that was the first time I’ve ever done that.”

 

I laughed again, and told her, “Well, I hope it won’t be the last for us, my dear.”

 

 

Part 3

 

I woke up the next morning with Carla nestled next to me in bed, sound asleep.  I had long suspected that Sarah and Bob were swingers, but last night’s events confirmed it for me.  I had loved rubbing Sarah all over her body, and then I had a great orgasm as Sarah sucked me off while Bob fucked her in the ass.  It was so erotic, the whole thing, and I had great sexual dreams throughout the night.  At one point in the middle of the night I woke up, and Carla wasn’t next to me in bed, but I figured she must have gone to the bathroom, so I just rolled over and went back to sleep.

 

I dragged myself out of bed, threw on some boxer shorts and a t-shirt (I saw no reason for modesty given what had happened last night), and went into the kitchen.  The smell of coffee brewing helped awaken my senses, and I found Sarah there whipping some eggs.  She had on the same robe she was wearing last night, and she certainly looked none the worse for what had transpired.  As I walked in, she turned toward me, smiled, gave me a sweet kiss on the cheek, and said, “Good morning, Andy, did you have a good night’s sleep?”

 

“Just great, thank you.”  I wasn’t sure what the proper etiquette was in a situation like this, where you’d had sex with a woman who wasn’t your wife the night before.  So I just played along as best I could.  I asked her if there was anything I could do to help.

 

“Well,” Sarah replied, “you could get down here on your hands and knees and lick me to orgasm.”

 

I looked at her quite stunned.  I mean, it was great last night, but I sort of suspected it was going to be one of those once-in-a-lifetime things, and what the four of us experienced would never again be repeated (or talked about, for that matter).  But I figured, what the hell, if she still wanted to fool around, I might as well go ahead.

 

“Uh, okay,” I said, and proceeded to get down on my knees in front of her.  But before I got all the way down, I heard a hearty laugh come out of her throat, as she looked down at me and gave me a big smile.

 

“That’s okay, sweetie, I was just joking.  But it’s nice to know you would have been willing to do it anyway.”

 

I turned beet red with embarrassment, and quickly picked myself up.  Not knowing what else to say, I simply replied, “Oh, I was just playing along, I didn’t think you were serious.”

 

Sarah gave me a little wink, and a smile, and just went back to her eggs.  I opened up a cabinet and found a coffee mug, and helped myself to a cup.  I found the sugar and cream in the refrigerator, and after dosing my brew, stood leaning against the counter sipping it as I silently watched Sarah finish whipping the eggs around the bowl.

 

As I looked at her, I wondered why I had never thought much about her when we lived near each other.  Back then, she was just another one of the women in a circle of people we knew, a mother, wife, PTO board member, etc.  I don’t like that label of “soccer mom,” but as far as I could tell, it fit Sarah.  But now that I’d seen this different side of her, it was impossible not to think of her as an entirely different person. 

 

Carla and I had always enjoyed a healthy sex life.  We didn’t talk much about it with other people (at least I didn’t), as this just wasn’t something you did in polite company – “How about those Red Sox?” – “Yeah, weren’t they great last night?  And you should have seen the pussy licking I gave my wife after the game!”  This just wasn’t the kind of conversation I had with my friends.  Carla and I just assumed we were the only ones who liked sex as much as we did and enjoyed the variety of activities in which we engaged.  But clearly there were others out there like us, others who we probably never suspected.  And seeing Sarah and Bob the way I did in the last 12 hours made me remember the truism, “you never can tell.”

 

I was awakened from my reverie as I heard Carla padding into the kitchen.  She came over and gave me a hug and kiss on the lips.  She then went over and did the same to Sarah in what was clearly a very friendly gesture.  Sarah smiled back at her, returning the kiss, and said, “Help yourself to coffee, sweetie.  I just made it.”

 

“Yes, the wonderful aroma helped motivate me to get out of that bed,” my wife replied.

 

“Did you sleep okay?” Sarah asked her, giving her a quick wink.  I assumed the wink was in reference to our activity before bed, but it wasn’t until later that day that I discovered there was more behind it.

 

“Oh yes, just wonderfully, thanks,” Carla replied.  “The bed was very comfortable, and it’s so quiet out here in the woods, just the sound of the birds to wake us up in the morning.”

 

“Yes, that’s part of the reason why Bob and I love it out here.  We miss the city, of course, but the quiet and privacy out here can’t be beat.  Well, as soon as I can wake up my slumbering husband, I’ll get these eggs on the stove – I’m sure we all must be famished!  Andy, be a dear and slice those bagels and put them in the toaster oven, will you?  You’ll find some cream cheese in the fridge.”

 

“Sure,” I replied, only happy to help her out.  Sarah walked out of the kitchen, and a minute or two later returned with Bob in tow.  He had obviously just awaken, and he was wearing a t-shirt and what looked like some gym shorts.  He said hello to us, and made a beeline for the coffeemaker, Carla and I easing out of the way for him.

 

Sarah headed to the stove, and in a matter of minutes whipped up a  lovely omelet for the four of us to share.  We chatted as we sat eating our breakfast, getting caught up on our lives, our kids, and the gossip about the people we knew in common.  There was no discussion of what transpired last night in the hot tub or in the living room in front of the fireplace, thus solidifying my belief that it was a one-time event that would never be repeated and likely never be discussed again.

 

After breakfast we all showered, Carla and I seizing the opportunity to take one together.  We enjoyed showering together, and the guest bathroom at Bob and Sarah’s house had a nice glass block stall shower that was more than big enough for the two of us.  As we were drying off, Carla said to me, “Well, you’ll never guess what happened to me after you fell asleep last night.”

 

I looked at her somewhat blankly, having no idea what she was talking about, so simply replied, “What?”

 

She smiled, and proceeded to tell me the whole story of how Sarah and she made love themselves in front of the fireplace while Bob and I were each blissfully asleep.  My jaw dropped as I stood there listening to Carla describe for me (in not quite gory detail) how Sarah had dominated Carla and forced her to pleasure her.  Carla and I had discussed her curiosity about bisexuality before, and after seeing them in the hot tub and after, I was not surprised to hear that she and Sarah had played around.  And while Carla and I had talked about dominance and submission before, expressing some curiosity about it, we had never played around with it.  So I was surprised to hear that she and Sarah had played out such a scene.  I listened quietly, not saying a word, until Carla got to the end of the story, describing how she had squirted so forcefully when Sarah finally allowed her to come.

 

I didn’t know what to say, other than, “Wow!”  I can imagine what it would have been like to be able to watch what transpired.  Interestingly enough, I didn’t feel a tinge of jealousy, but rather was incredibly aroused by the whole experience.  I went over and gave Carla a hug, and said, “Great for you, honey, I’m really happy you had that experience.  I guess there’s quite a bit about Sarah we didn’t know.”  Carla just laughed, agreeing with that assessment of our hostess.  We discussed a little bit of what had transpired when we were all still awake, and Carla assured me that she was not at all jealous of what Sarah had done with me.  We were both so secure in our relationship that we could take a good deal of pleasure in knowing what a great time the other had had.

 

The rest of the day was spent at the lake near their house.  It was a beautiful day, and we just lounged on the beach, talking, reading books, and going for a couple of canoe rides.  Bob had gone back and brought a light lunch and drinks down for us to help tide us over until dinner.  Sarah looked radiant in a red, low-cut one-piece bathing suit.  It really accentuated her body, showing off her tits and ass in a very flattering way.  Carla’s suit, while also flattering, was more conservative and I think she was a little jealous of how good Sarah looked in hers.

 

Around 5:00, Sarah said, “Well, we’re going to be losing the sun in a bit.  So what do you say we head back to the house, grab a shower, and get dressed for dinner.  Bob, what do you think about Le Jardin for dinner?”

 

Bob answered, “I think that sounds great.  Soon as we get back I’ll call and see if we can get a reservation.”  He turned to us and said, “Le Jardin is one of the nicer restaurants in town.  French, as you can imagine, very quiet and intimate – just a nice atmosphere with wonderful food to match.”

 

Carla and I both agreed that it sounded like a good place to go.  We packed up our things and headed back to their house.  Bob called for a reservation, and getting off the phone, told us, “We have to be there by 6:00, or we would have had to wait until 8:30.  So make it a quick shower, and we’ll head out.  Wear something sort of nice, but it doesn’t have to be too dressy.”

 

We jumped into the shower, quickly washing the sand and suntan lotion off of our bodies.  I threw on a pair of khakis and the one clean dress shirt I had left.  Carla had a black silk dress she had worn at the one fancy dinner we had attended at my conference.  It was still clean, and she looked great in it.  It had a modest neckline and buttoned down the front, but was tight enough that it clung well to her tits, and it ended just above her knees.

 

As we came out of the bedroom, Sarah and Bob were waiting for us in the living room.  Bob was dressed similarly to me, but Sarah was – well, the only way to describe it was “dressed to kill.”  She was wearing a red crepe dress, the same shade as the swimsuit she had been wearing less than an hour before.  It was cut very similarly around her cleavage, showing off her tits very nicely, but not in an inappropriate way.  It was sleeveless and ended about mid-thigh, well above her knee, but was still very flattering to her legs.  And it hugged her ass in a manner that made me jealous that it wasn’t my hands snuggled up against her cheeks that way.

 

I whistled at her, and said to Bob, “Hey, I thought you said ‘not too dressy’?” with a smile.

 

Sarah seemed to blush a bit, smiled and said, “Oh, this little thing?  It’s not dressy, I wear it a lot.”

 

Bob replied, “Yeah, and when she does, she gets a lot of responses like yours, Andy!”

 

Carla chimed in, “Oh, don’t listen to them, Sarah – I think you look great in it, and it’s very appropriate for a Saturday night dinner.”

 

Sarah laughed, saying to Carla, “Thank you, sweetie, I appreciate hearing that from another woman.”  We all  laughed and headed into the car.

 

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I knew that Andy had been looking at me and my red bathing suit on the beach.  I had definitely intrigued him with my performance giving him a blowjob last night, and I wanted to tease him a bit into wanting more of me.  But I wanted it to be on my terms.  So when I got dressed for dinner I chose my red crepe dress that I knew would only increase his desire for me.  His little performance at breakfast, when I had jokingly suggested he get down on the floor and lick me – and he had begun to comply – confirmed for me that he wanted more.  I had a plan for dinner tonight that I was hoping to lure him into.

 

We arrived at the restaurant, which was out in the country in the next town to ours.  I had suggested it for two reasons – it is very private, with booths spread far enough apart that you could engage in conversation without being easily overheard, and we were unlikely to bump into anybody there we knew.  It was also very dark, with heavy red curtains over the few windows and an interior lit primarily by candles on each table.  It seated only about 20 people.  The maitre’d showed us to a booth in the back, and as we headed there I glanced around the restaurant and confirmed there was nobody there who would recognize us.  The booth was circular, encompassing about 270 degrees of a circle, and seating just four people comfortably.  Carla got in and started to scoot over, but before Andy could follow her I quickly cut in front of him, scooting over to the far side of the circle next to Carla.  Andy had no choice but to follow me in, and Bob went around to enter on the other side, putting him next to Carla.

 

As I sat down, I patted Carla’s right knee with my left hand, nudging her hemline up just a bit, and saying, “Now, doesn’t this look nice?”  I knew that nobody could see what I was doing, between the tablecloth which hid her knees and the low light provided by the single candle in the center of the table.

 

Carla jumped just a bit, probably imperceptibly to Bob or Andy, and turned to me replying, “Yes, it looks wonderful, I’m glad you chose it.”

 

I smiled back, and turned to Andy, who was already browsing the menu.  “How does everything look to you Andy?”

 

The four of us were seated very close to one another in the booth, so that when Andy turned to look at me, I knew that his height over mine and his proximity gave him a good view of my breasts.  I was wearing a low-cut red demi bra that left the upper part of my breasts nicely exposed to him.  In fact, so much of them were exposed that I realized he could see a band of white skin on each that had been covered by my bathing suits all summer.

 

Sure enough, as he began to reply to my question, I caught his eyes glancing down at my breasts.  Even though he had seen me nude last night, I knew there was still a good deal of titillation for a man in seeing a woman’s body partially clothed in sexy undergarments.  After a quick glance that he probably thought I had missed, he replied nonchalantly, “The menu looks very nice.  I think the only problem will be choosing what to eat among many great choices.”

 

I continued flirting, replying to him, “Well, if you need any suggestions at all, don’t hesitate to ask.”  I laughed, and turned to Carla, saying, “And that goes for you too, sweetie.”  Bob was just taking the performance in.  He knew me enough to know that I had something up my sleeve, even though I hadn’t discussed with him what I was planning for tonight.

 

Bob asked if everybody wanted wine, and after we all agreed, he chose a nice Cabernet, and the waiter brought it along with four glasses.  When he asked if we were ready to order, Carla began to answer in the affirmative, but before she could get it out, I quickly jumped in to say, “No, can you give us a few more minutes?”  The waiter answered, “Of course,” and returned to the kitchen.  We all began to drink the wine as we discussed the menu, what we were going to have, and our day at the beach.

 

By the time the waiter took our dinner orders, we were already well into our second bottle of Cabernet.  I knew that the combination of the little food we had eaten during the course of the day and the heat of the sun would likely get everybody a little tipsy.  Sure enough, I could see that both Andy and Carla were beginning to act just a little bit drunk.  Their voices got a little louder (though not so loud others could hear us from our corner in the back), and their laughs got a little bit stronger.  I was purposefully holding back a bit, sipping my wine more, as I wanted to maintain control.  Bob, I saw, was keeping pace with our guests.

 

I had ordered rack of lamb, a dish that the menu warned took 30 minutes to prepare.  I didn’t want the evening to be rushed, so I decided that would be the perfect choice, knowing that would delay the delivery of everybody’s entrees.

 

After the salads, by which time, we were on our third bottle of wine, Andy excused himself to go to the restroom.  I jokingly said to Bob, “What dear, you men don’t all go to the bathroom at the same time like we ladies do?”  He just laughed back at me, saying, “No, we don’t, and when we do go, we don’t take our pocketbooks either.”  Andy laughed as he headed to the men’s room.

 

A moment later, I turned to Carla and said, “Well, speak of the devil, I do have to go myself.  Would you like to join me?”  Bob laughed, and Carla smiled, replying “Yes, I will, thank you.”  The two of us scooted out of the booth, grabbing our purses (of course), and headed to the restrooms.

 

The restrooms in Le Jardin are actually upstairs, in the second floor of the building (I never figured out how they could get away with that, given all the fuss about access for the disabled, but I always assumed they had been grandfathered in or something).  The building must have originally been some kind of inn, because it looked like at some point there were guest rooms on the second floor, but now it looked like other than the bathrooms they were just used for storage.

 

As we got to the top of the stairs and walked down the little hallway where the bathrooms were, a woman came out of the ladies room.  She smiled at us and said “Hello” as she walked by, and headed down the stairs.  We smiled back, and I heard the toilet flushing in the men’s room next door.  I said to Carla, “Why don’t you go first, sweetie.  It’s a single stall, and I can wait.  I’ll guard the door.”  She laughed, saying, “Thank you,” and went in.

 

A moment later, Andy came out of the men’s room, almost bumping into me upon his exit.  He backed off, saying, “Sorry,” and began to walk down the hall.  But before he could, I grabbed his hand, and spun him around causing a surprised look to cross his face.  I said to him just two words, “Follow me,” and pulled his hand along with me as I opened the door to the ladies room with my other.

 

We quickly entered the small room, pulling the door closed behind us.  I locked it and turned to find an equally surprised Carla sitting on the toilet, her black dress hiked up around her waist being held by one hand, and a pair of exquisite, baby blue lace panties down around her ankles.  She had a few squares of folded toilet paper in her right hand, obviously ready to complete her toilet routine.

 

Before she or Andy could utter a word, I put a finger to my lips and said, “Shhh.  Just do as I say.”  Neither of them spoke, and I saw both of their eyes glued to mine, not quite sure what was going to transpire, but also not willing to make a run for it either.  Carla proceeded to wipe herself, dropping the paper into the toilet, and reaching back to flush it.  But as she reached down to pull up her panties with her free hand, I said, “Wait.”

 

For the second time in just a few seconds, a look of surprise came across her face.  But she did comply, no doubt at least in part due to our experience together last night.  In the meantime, Andy just stood next to the door, looking back and forth from his partially naked wife to me.

 

I knew we didn’t have much time before Bob would wonder what had happened to the three of us, so I quickly got things moving.  I turned to Andy and said to him, “Get down on your knees in front of the toilet and face your wife.”

 

He looked at me incredulously, getting ready to say something, but before he could I said in a strong, commanding voice, “Just do it.”

 

He shrugged his shoulders with a look that said, “What the hell,” and proceeded to comply with my command.  I knew it wouldn’t be the most comfortable thing for him to do, given the hard tile floor, but he did, having the good sense to grab some paper towels from the dispenser and putting them on the floor to protect his pants as he got down.

 

When he was positioned, the two of them looked up at me, and I said, “Okay, now lick her pussy.”  Again, he started to say something, but this time, he stopped himself, shaking his head, and he turned to face Carla again.  By this point she had a look on her face that was very similar to that I had seen there last night when I was dominating her.  I knew that she would go along with whatever I said.

 

Andy leaned forward, bring his face to Carla’s shaved pussy.  She saw he was going to have a little problem with the angle, so she scooted her ass forward a bit, so she was closer to the edge.  This made it much easier for Andy, and he quickly dove in and began to rub his tongue up and down her bare labia.  Carla leaned back against the tank of the toilet as Andy began his work, and within mere seconds, I could see the effect he was having on her.  Her pussy lips were beginning to glisten as she was getting more and more aroused from his oral efforts.

 

It was a bit tight with the three of us in the small room, so with just one step toward Carla I was almost on top of her. I leaned over, and undid the top three buttons of her dress.  This provided me with easy access to her black silk bra, which I easily pushed down underneath her breasts.  This had the effect of lifting them up, bring them even closer to me.  I began to roll her right nipple under my thumb and forefinger; as I did this, the moans that had begun to escape her mouth escalated.  Andy’s arousal was also quite evident as I could see his cock pushing against his khakis.

 

I whispered to Andy, “Keep licking, start working on her clit.”  I saw him comply, as he began rolling his tongue around Carla’s clit, echoing what I was doing to her nipple.  The wetness emanating from her was so great that I could hear an occasional drip into the toilet as it escaped from her pussy.  Her eyes were closed, her moans were getting louder, and her breaths were getting faster and heavier, and I knew she was close.  Just as I thought she was ready, I let go of her nipple, grabbed Andy’s hair, and yanked his head back away from her.  He yelped an “Ow,” and Carla’s eyes shot open.  “Pleeeaassse,” she begged, as her fingers shot down to her pussy to finish what she desperately wanted.

 

I let go of Andy’s hair, and quickly grabbed Carla’s wrist, pulling it away from her.  Less than three minutes had passed from the time I locked the door behind us.  I said to Carla, “Sorry, my sweet, but I don’t want you to come yet.”  I turned to Andy, saying, “Okay, get up.  Clean yourselves up you two we need to get back to the table.”

 

They realized that they were powerless to do anything other than go along with what I was telling them.  Carla put her breasts back into her bra, and buttoned herself up.  She grabbed some toilet paper to try to sop up some of the juices that were still leaking from her pussy.  But before she could, I reached down and pistonned two fingers in and out of her pussy.  She gasped again, but before she could enjoy it too much, I stopped.  I took the fingers and placed into her mouth, causing her to suck on them greedily.  I removed them, telling her, “Good girl.”  She proceeded to wipe herself clean, and she reached down to pull up her panties.  For the second time with her in that position I said, “Wait.”  She stopped, bent over and looking up at me.

 

“Give them to me,” I ordered.  Without hesitation, she pushed them down, stepping out of them, and handed them over to me.  I handed them to Andy and said, “Put these on.”

 

He looked at me incredulously, and Carla just laughed.  “Oh, go ahead, honey, what harm could it do,” she told him.

 

Once again, Andy shrugged, and began to undo his belt.  He pushed his trousers down, and holding on to the wall with one hand, proceeded to take them off.  I put out my hand to hold them for him.  Carla just sat on the toilet with an amused look on her face, watching the whole show.

 

Andy hesitated, not sure what to do next.  “Let’s go, take your shorts off,” I told him.  He complied, pushing them down his legs and freeing his still stiff cock.  As he stepped out of them  I took the boxers and threw them into the trash can, leaving them conspicuously on top.   I then handed him the blue lace panties, and he looked at them, as if he wasn’t quite sure what to do.  I nodded my head, and he proceeded to look at them, to make sure he had them the right way.  He ran them up over his shoes, and into place.  Needless to say, they did little to cover his cock nor his ass cheeks.  He grinned rather sheepishly as he pulled his trousers back up and refastened his belt.

 

“Good boy,” I told him, and said to Carla, “C’mon sweetie, we’re keeping my husband waiting.”  She got up off the toilet, and let her dress down, smoothing it out over her now bare ass.  It clinged to her curvy cheeks very nicely, even better than it did before.  I took a finger and pushed the dress just a bit into the crease of her ass.  

 

I unlocked the door, and exited, followed by Andy and then Carla.  There was a woman standing in the hallway waiting.  She was in her 60s, and rather matronly looking, and she gave me a polite smile as I came out of the bathroom.  But then she audibly gasped as she saw my two friends behind me, both with big smiles on their faces.  As I passed, I said to her cheerfully, “We’re all done now, it’s all yours.”  I could only imagine her reaction when she got in there and saw the men’s boxers sitting in the trash can.

 

 

Part 4

 

Carla and Andy followed Sarah back to our table after a suspiciously long time in the bathroom.  As Sarah approached, I looked at her and cocked an eyebrow inquiringly.  She just smiled back at me and mouthed “later.”  I suspected something had gone on in there, but knew enough not to push her to find out what it was.  Just as they got back our main courses arrived and we proceeded to eat them.  Neither Carla nor Andy gave me a clue as to what had transpired, and everybody carried on with the meal as if nothing had happened.  I participated in the conversation and hoped that Sarah would fill me in later.

 

Having had enough wine already, we all switched to soft drinks as we finished dinner and had a delicious dessert.  The four of us were flirting with each other, laughing, and having a great time.  We had gotten quite friendly with Carla and Andy which, given the circumstances of all that had occurred since they had arrived a little more than 24 hours earlier, was not very surprising.  Sarah’s a very physical woman, and a number of times I saw her put her hand on Carla or on Andy.  A couple of times she even reached across Carla’s lap to squeeze my thigh as she laughed in response to something I said.

 

After splitting the bill, we headed back to our car.  As I walked next to Sarah, with Carla and Andy a few steps behind, I quietly asked her what had gone on in the restaurant.  She again gave me the same smile as earlier, and said in an equally low voice, “Don’t you worry, love, I’ll tell you later.”  With that, she patted me on the ass and continued walking toward the car.

 

As I got in, Andy started to get into the back seat behind me, and Sarah said to him, “Why don’t you go ahead and sit up front with Bob, Andy.  Your taller than I am so you’ll have more leg room and be more comfortable.”  Andy said, “Thanks,” and got in next to me.  Sarah got in behind the driver’s seat, next to Carla.

 

“Bob,” Sarah said, “let’s show our guests around the town a little bit.  They’ve never been here before, so maybe they’d like to see some of the sights.”

 

I turned around and gave her a quizzical look.  By this time it was quite dark and I wasn’t quite sure what she expected them to see.  “Um, honey,” I said, “what did you want to show them in the dark?”

 

She responded, “Oh, there are certainly some sights.  We can drive them around downtown so they can see Main Street, and we can show them the lake from the other side – the moonlight on the lake will be beautiful tonight.”

 

I simply replied, “Okay, whatever,” and drove off.  We continued our conversation, mostly more gossip about people we knew in common.  After a bit of this Andy and I shifted to talking about sports; we’re both big baseball fans, but of other teams.  Sarah and Carla continued talking in the back; I wasn’t really following their conversation, but they were both laughing quite a bit.  As I glanced in the rear view mirror, I could see they were sitting right next to each other, thigh to thigh.  Sarah had her right hand resting lightly on Carla’s left thigh, having inched her dress up quite a bit above her knees.

 

I drove them around the downtown area, pointing out some of the cute shops and restaurants that dotted Main Street.  Sarah and Carla were quiet at this point, both of them looking out the window, as was Andy.  At the end of Main Street, I headed north toward the opposite side of the lake from our house.   Andy and I resumed our conversation, debating whose team had the best chance of making the playoffs this year.

 

As we approached the lake, I again glanced in the rear view mirror and was greeted with quite a sight that I could just make out in the moonlight.  The top two buttons of Carla’s blouse were undone, exposing the top of her large breasts and a lacy red bra.  Carla’s head was thrown back on the backseat headrest, her eyes were closed, her lips were slightly parted and her legs were even more so.  My wife’s right hand was gently stroking Carla’s breast while her left hand had disappeared underneath Carla’s skirt.  From the motion of her arm, it was quite evident what she was doing, which was mirroring on Carla’s pussy what her right hand was doing to Carla’s breast.  Unbeknownst to me, Carla wasn’t wearing any panties, because they were on her husband next to me!

 

I elbowed Andy and jerked my thumb toward the backseat.  He swiveled his head around to catch a view of what the women were doing back there.  He looked over at me for a second with a big grin on his face, and then turned back to watch the show.  I felt left out, having to drive, so I cleared my throat and inquired, “Enjoying the ride, ladies?”

 

Sarah chuckled and replied, “Oh yes, Bob, you’re being a wonderful chauffeur,” and Carla simply said, “Ummmmmm.”  Just ahead of us was a small parking area near a private beach on the lake.  I decided with all the distraction it was probably best that I pull in there before I got us in an accident.  There was nobody else parked there, which was not surprising given that it was a private beach for a handful of houses on that section of the lake and it was quite a bit after sunset.

 

I turned the car off, but left the radio on and swiveled around to join Andy in watching the show in the backseat.  The lights from the dashboard and the full moon reflected in the lake provided enough light to be able to see what was going on.  By this time, Sarah had undone another button on Carla’s blouse, and had unfastened the front clasp of her bra, freeing her breasts.  She was now pulling and squeezing one of her nipples, while her other hand was working more furiously on her pussy.  Carla’s mouth was now open, her tongue hanging out, and deep moans were coming out of her throat.  The smell of sex was ripe in the car, and my mind quickly flashed to whether Carla’s leaking pussy was going to stain my leather seats right through her dress.  But I was quickly brought back to the action at hand as I heard Carla’s breathing and moans getting faster, and she started saying, “Yes, yes, yes, that’s it, keep going.”

 

And then Sarah stopped.  She continued to tweak Carla’s nipple, but she pulled her hand out from Carla’s dress, much to her dismay.  Carla’s eyes shot open, and she looked over at Sarah and snarled, “You are SUCH a shit.  I can’t believe you did that to me again – I was so fucking close to cumming, you can’t imagine.”

 

Sarah just laughed and replied, “Oh yes, my pet, I certainly can imagine, and that’s exactly why I stopped.”  She let go of Carla’s nipple as Carla sneered back at her, “Tease!”

 

Andy laughed, and Carla gave him a dirty look.  “So you think it’s funny, huh?  How would you like it?”

 

I looked at her and said, “Again?”  But before she could answer, Sarah said, “Better be careful, boys, or you don’t know what I might do.  I’ll deal with you two later,” and she gave us a wink.  She turned back to Carla and said, “Come here, sweetie,” opening up her arms for her.  Carla gave her a dirty look for a second, but then she leaned over and put her head on Sarah’s chest, as Sarah wrapped her right arm around her.  I looked at Andy to see if he knew what was going on, but he just shrugged his shoulders.

 

“I know you’re frustrated, but I thought it might be fun to get you a little more aroused.”

 

“Fun?” Carla replied, looking up at her.  “Only fun if I can finally get satisfied.”

 

Sarah laughed again and said, “Not to worry, I’ll take care of you in due time.  For now, why don’t you pay a little attention to me.  Sit up for a sec.”  Carla lifted her head and sat upright.  As she did, Sarah lifted her ass off the seat, and hiked up her dress to her waist.  There wasn’t enough light to see, but I knew my wife well enough to know that her panties would be quite soaked.

 

Sarah said to Carla, “Go ahead, my pet, have a taste.”  Carla didn’t hesitate, scooting her ass to the other side of the back seat so she could lean down and get her face in Sarah’s pussy.  Andy and I were mesmerized, both of us watching the wonderful show as his wife began running her tongue up and down my wife’s panty-covered slit.  Sarah was leaning back against the seat, and she had lifted one of her tits out of her bra, and was rolling the nipple between her fingers.  She smiled at Andy and me.  I knew the exhibitionist in her was enjoying putting on a show almost as much as she was enjoying Carla’s tongue on her pussy.

 

After a few minutes of this, Sarah said, “Take my panties off sweetie.”  Carla started to lift her head, but before she got very far, Sarah said, “Wait – don’t move.  I want you to use your teeth.”  With that, she lifted her ass off the seat again, and Carla bowed her head back down.  She somehow managed to get Sarah’s panties between her teeth, and working them back and forth down Sarah’s legs, got them to her ankles.  Sarah lifted each foot in sequence, and Carla freed the panties and dropped them from her teeth onto the seat.

 

“Ah, much better, now come back here pet and finish what you started.”  Carla’s head went back to Sarah’s bald pussy, and she continued working her tongue up and down the slit and around her lips.  Even in the dimly-lit car, I could now see the wetness leaking out of Sarah and onto her dress.  The moon provided just enough light to see the sheen of her pussy juice on Carla’s cheeks.

 

Sarah’s chest was rising as her breath came faster and faster.  But then she said, “Hold on, sweetie,” and Carla lifted her head.  Sarah sat up and turned around, putting her ass toward Carla and her crossed arms and head on the headrest in the back seat.  She reached back, and flipped the bottom of her red dress up and over her waist, exposing her round ass to our new friend.  “Okay, get back to work now.”  Carla leaned back down again, and began licking all over Sarah’s ass cheeks.

 

By this time, I was obviously hard as a rock, and I snuck a glance over at Andy and could see that his khakis were tenting also.  It was everything I could do not to unzip my pants, pull out my cock and start stroking it in response to the show being put on in the back seat.  As I turned back to look, Carla was now running her tongue up and down Sarah’s crack from the top, all the way down and just poking between her pussy lips.  The combination of Carla’s saliva and Sarah’s pussy juice was glistening in the moonlight.

 

Soft sighs were coming out of Sarah as Carla continued her licking.  I knew that this was one of Sarah’s favorite activities, having somebody licking her ass all over.  The combination of the Domme in her and the warm, wet sensation of a tongue on her ass was something she couldn’t resist.  As Carla continued to run her tongue up and down Sarah’s crack, she was pausing longer and longer at Sarah’s cute little rosebud.  She eventually began just concentrating there, running her tongue in a circle, rimming her just the way I knew she liked it. 

 

Sarah said quietly, “Use your fingers in my pussy, sweetie.”  Carla quickly complied, taking two fingers and beginning to ram them in and out of Sarah’s pussy as her tongue began to push more insistently into Sarah’s pucker.  Sarah began rocking her ass back into Carla’s face, forcing her tongue deep into her asshole.  I knew she was close, and with only a few more thrusts of Carla’s fingers in harmony with her tongue, a crashing orgasm overtook Sarah with a loud “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”  Carla slowed her fingers, gently easing them out of Sarah’s pussy and pulled her head back from Sarah’s now very wet ass.

 

Sarah turned around, leaning back against the seat.  She put her bare legs up over Carla’s across the seat.  “That was just wonderful, pet, you’re such a good ass licker!”  Carla just smiled sheepishly, and said, “Thanks, Sarah.  I enjoyed it too.”  Sarah motioned to Carla to turn around and lean back against her.  Carla quickly complied, resting the back of her head and upper body against Sarah.  Sarah wrapped her left hand around Carla, resting it comfortably on Carla’s tit.

 

“What do you say, Bob – time to head home?”  I replied, “Uh, yeah!” and turned the key to start the engine.  We pulled out of the parking lot, and began the ride back around the lake to our house.  When we arrived, we all piled out of the car, the women both pulling their skirts down but not bothering to put the top parts of their bodies back into their clothing.  As we walked in, Sarah said, “Hey, who’s ready for the hot tub?”  We all replied in the affirmative, and given what had gone on, we all just shed our clothes right there in the living room.  As I looked over at Andy, I was shocked to see that underneath his pants he had on a pair of light blue lace panties.  I looked at him and began to say, “What the hell?” but before I could get all the words out I figured out what had happened.  He just grinned, rolled them down his hairy legs, and threw them on top of his pants.

 

Sarah came back from the bedroom with a handful of towels.  I grabbed a bottle of Gran Marnier and four snifters and the four of us walked out to the deck and got in the hot tub. 

 

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While it felt great to be soaking in the tub, I was still so horny I couldn’t stand it.  Twice in the course of an hour I had been brought to the brink of orgasm, only to be denied both times before reaching my release.  It was incredibly erotic having Andy lick me while I sat on the toilet as Sarah watched (and directed) the action.  And then to have her fingers thrusting in and out of my pussy in the back seat while the boys watched, only again to be denied.

 

I tried to relax in the warm water, but I still felt quite an itch down there.  As I opened my eyes to take a sip of Gran Marnier, I saw Sarah staring at me and smiling.  I smiled back at her and asked, “What’s so funny?”

 

“Nothing, love,” she replied.  “I was just thinking about what fun we had tonight.”

 

“I’ll say it again – maybe fun for you, but I’m still fucking frustrated!”

 

“Oh really,” Sarah retorted.  “I think you really got into that little tongue bath you were giving me in the car.”

 

“Yes, I’ll admit it,” I said back to her.  “Until this weekend, I didn’t realize I was into women – or anal play – quite so much.  I did love what I was doing to you, and I also loved having you direct Andy to lick me in the bathroom of the restaurant.  BUT I’M STILL HORNY!” I shouted back at her with a smile.

 

Andy laughed, but Bob said, “Okay, now who the hell is going to tell me what went on in that bathroom?”  Sarah chuckled and said, “Oh, calm down, Bob, we were just having a little fun.”

 

“I can just imagine, given the little snippets of information I’ve picked up, including the fact that Andy was wearing such a cute little pair of underwear.”

 

Andy looked a little embarrassed, but just shrugged his shoulders.  I laughed and said, “Cute maybe, but a little small on him, no?”

 

“Yes,” Bob replied, “I’m sure they looked much better on you but I never had the opportunity to see them.”

 

“Christ, Bob, you’ve gotten to see me naked, isn’t that better?”

 

“Yeah, I guess so,” he said a bit dejectedly.

 

Sarah chimed in, “Okay, everybody stop bickering here.  I’ll make sure everybody has a good time tonight, don’t you worry.”

 

Bob laughed, “Yup, that’s my wife, the little organizer.”  Sarah slid over next to him in the tub, and I saw her hand go under the water, followed by a little yelp out of Bob.  “Don’t be a smart ass,” she said to him with a smile.  I could only imagine which part of his anatomy Sarah snared under the water.

 

We stayed in the water another ten minutes or so, just long enough for us each to finish our snifters of Gran Marnier.  We climbed out of the tub and toweled off, and I could see Bob glancing my way a number of times as he dried himself.  I knew that he had gotten quite aroused from the show Sarah and I had put on in the back seat on the ride home, and I could tell he was interested in continuing some of what we had started last night.

 

We left our towels on a rack on the deck and headed back into the living room, and Bob lit the fireplace while Sarah headed to the bathroom..  None of us wanted to put our clothes back on, and it was a bit chilly at first as we lounged on the sofa and in the chairs.  But as soon as the fire caught it was plenty warm.  Bob and I were sitting on the sofa, with Andy in one of the chairs.  When Sarah returned to the room, she sat in the other chair.

 

Everybody was quiet, nobody quite knowing what to say.  We all looked expectantly at Sarah, who just smiled for a few seconds, but then said, “You expecting something from me?”

 

Bob replied, “Well, you have showed a propensity for being in control of things tonight, haven’t you?”  Sarah chuckled, and said, “Yes, I guess I have, haven’t I?  But I haven’t heard any complaints from any of you.  Anybody want to voice any objections?” she said looking right at me. 

 

I replied, “No.”

 

“No, what, my pet?”

 

I hesitated for a second, but then realized what she was looking for. “No, ma’am.”

 

“Ah, much better, pet,” Sarah replied, and I took great satisfaction in having the praise from her.  I was reflecting back on the activities of this weekend and what they had taught me about myself.  Not just did I discover how much I enjoyed sex with women, or anal play, but I realized just how much being submissive turned me on.  I could feel my pussy getting wet again as I responded to Sarah’s commands.

 

Sarah’s voice brought me out of my reverie. “And what about you boys, either of you have any objections?”

 

Bob immediately answered, “No, Mistress Sarah.”  Andy hesitated, however.  I knew this was all new to him.  Even though he had willingly acceded to Sarah’s commands when we were in the bathroom, I wasn’t sure how he would react in front of Bob.  But I think seeing Bob’s quick compliance to Sarah’s dominance provided him with the tacit permission to play along, because after only a few seconds he said in a quiet voice, “No, ma’am.”

 

Sarah smiled and said, “Good, then let’s play.”  She got out of her seat and walked toward the kitchen, where she retrieved a bag that she must have brought back with her from the bathroom.  She brought it into the living room and stood next to me, putting the bag on the floor near my feet.  She looked down at me and said, “Now I know, pet, that I’ve left you very close to orgasm twice now, and that you were very aroused.  I promise you that you’ll get to cum, but you have to be willing to play along.  Are you, my dear?”

 

I looked up, her naked body just a few inches from me.  My head was between her cleanly shaved pussy and her large breasts.  I could see her nipples were erect, indicating that she was obviously enjoying her role as the Domme this evening.  My pussy was beginning to get quite wet in anticipation of submitting myself to her, and when I glanced over at Bob and across at Andy, both of them were hard.  I knew that they too were going to enjoy Sarah’s dominance.  After a few seconds I nodded my assent demurely.

 

“Come here, my sweet,” she said to me as she closed the few inches between the two of us.  She put her hand on the back of my head and drew it up against the swell of her belly.  From there, I could smell her pussy and feel the warmth of her body.  I placed my arms around her body, clasping and resting them on top of her ample ass that I had been worshipping just a short while earlier.  Sarah stroked my head, saying in a soothing voice, “That’s right, my little pet, Mistress Sarah will take good care of you.”

 

I was in heaven, the sensations of smell and touch overwhelming my brain.  It felt so safe being comforted by her like that, I wasn’t even thinking about sex anymore, just how good it felt to be in that warm, comforting place.

 

After a few more minutes of this, she stepped away wordlessly, much to my disappointment.  She walked over to Bob, and reaching down, took his hand and pulled him to his feet.  Without saying a word, he complied.  She led him to a spot between the chairs and the sofa, and said in a quiet voice, “Lie down on your back.”

 

“Yes, ma’am,” he replied, and did as he was told.  Sarah walked over to the bag and placed it down next to Bob.  She unzipped the top and pulled something out of it.  I could see it was a blindfold, which she proceeded to put over Bob’s head as she gently lifted it from the floor.  Next came two pair of Velcro dual cuffs.  She attached one side of the first to Bob’s right wrist, and the other she wrapped around and secured to the leg of one of the chairs.  The second was similarly fashioned to Bob’s left wrist and secured to the leg of the other chair.

 

I was riveted watching Sarah do this.  I had never been involved in any kind of BDSM before.  I had certainly read about it, and fantasized about being tied up, but had never seen anybody doing it in person.  Seeing Sarah use all this equipment on Bob was getting me wetter and wetter.  When I looked over at Andy, I saw that he too was rapt with attention.  From the look on his face, I couldn’t tell if he was envious of what Sarah was putting Bob through or just happy it wasn’t him.

 

Sarah then secured each of Bob’s ankles to opposite legs of the sofa (lucky for him it was not very long).  By this time, his cock was standing straight up at attention, and he had not uttered a word.

 

Sarah knelt down, and sat herself down right on Bob’s rigid cock.  From the squishing sound it made I could tell she had gotten quite wet in the preparation of Bob for this scene.  A soft “Ahh” emanated from Bob’s mouth as Sarah gently pushed herself up and down from her knees on Bob’s cock.

 

After a few minutes, as Bob’s breathing was getting faster, she promptly stopped moving.  She leaned down toward Bob a bit, and in a very soft voice said, “Not yet, my little subbie.”  She then turned to me and said, “Come here, pet.”

 

“Yes Mistress,” I replied, getting up from the couch.  I walked the couple of steps over toward her and Bob and stood next to them expectantly.  My pussy was right next to Sarah’s head, just below her eye level. 

 

“Spread your legs,” she command.  I complied, and she reached her right hand out and started to stroke my pussy, first lightly touching my lips with her fingertips, then more forcefully running a couple of them through the lips and over my clit.  As she continued this I was finding it harder and harder to stand up, as my pussy got wetter and wetter and my clit began peeking out from behind its hood.

 

But as happened so many times before, she stopped, just as I was getting quite aroused.  Sarah didn’t leave me hanging there, however, as she said, “Come down here, pet, and sit yourself right down on Bob.  I’ll show you just how good he can be to a nice girl like you.”

 

I started to kneel down, placing my knees on either side of Bob’s head facing him.  But Sarah put her hands on my hips before I could get all the way down.  As I turned to look at her, she motioned with one of her fingers for me to turn around and face her.  I lifted my knees and switched, so that I was now facing her and gently lowered my ass down to Bob’s chest.

 

“That’s right, pet, now scoot back just a bit and lean toward me so that Bob can use his lovely tongue on you.”  I complied with her command, and as soon as my ass got within reach of Bob’s tongue, sure enough I felt it begin to rub up and down my crack.  Just as I had done earlier in the car with Sarah, Bob was licking from the top of my crack down to my pussy lips.

 

The other effect this had was to move my upper body closer to Sarah.  As I did so, she took my cheeks between her hands, and began to kiss me passionately.  Her tongue played in my mouth, running over first my top then my bottom lip, then embracing my tongue in a gentle dance.  The combination of her tongue in my mouth, and Bob’s on my ass and pussy, was heavenly.

 

As we continued to kiss, Sarah removed her hands from my head.  She began gently kneading my nipples between her fingers, alternating first one then the other.  This continued for a minute or so, until she broke the kiss, sat back, and looked over at Andy.  “Feeling a bit left out, my dear,” she said to him.

 

“Just a bit, I guess, but I am enjoying the show,” he said sheepishly.

 

“Forgetting something, Andy?” she inquired of him.

 

“Yes, I am enjoying the show, Mistress,” he immediately replied.

 

“Good, then why don’t you come over here and get involved.”  Without hesitation, Andy sprung to his feet, his hard cock bobbing out in front of him.  He took the couple of steps over to join us, standing expectantly next to Sarah.  All this time, Bob continued to lick me while Sarah was kneading my nipples and breasts. 

 

“I’m a little jealous of the attention Carla’s getting from Bob,” she said to Andy, “why don’t you lie down here and see what you can do for me.”  Andy hesitated for a second or two, not quite sure what Sarah meant.

 

“Get down here now, boy,” she said in a more insistent tone.  Andy immediately got down on his knees, still next to her.  “Lie down here and start licking my ass,” she told him, now quite clear about what his role was.  Andy complied, lying down with his body next to Bob’s with his head behind Sarah.  She lifted her ass just a small bit off of Bob, and while I couldn’t see it, I knew that Andy was licking Sarah’s ass.  At first I was surprised he complied so readily, because he had never shown much interest in doing that to me.  But I surmised that like me, he had a bit of a submissive streak in him, so he was responding to Sarah in a way he never had with me.

 

Sarah turned back to me and said, “Close your eyes, my pet.”  I followed her instructions, and she continued, “You’re enjoying the attention I am paying to your nipples, aren’t you?”

 

“Yes,” I replied, and as I did, I felt one of her hands leave my breast while the other continued kneading my nipple.  But then a few seconds later, I felt a sharp pain as something very tight was clamped on one nipple.  “Ow!” I shouted out, fighting to keep my eyes closed.

 

“Ah yes, dear, that does hurt just a bit, doesn’t it,” she said to me.  “I gather you’ve never enjoyed the pleasure and pain of nipple clamps before, have you?”  Sarah must have reached into her bag to retrieve one of them.

 

Gritting my teeth, I fought the urge to cry out again.  I breathed deeply, and replied, “No Mistress, I never have.”

 

“Well, the pain will recede in a few moments, and you’ll begin to enjoy the pleasure.  You can open your eyes now.”  I did, and sure enough, after a minute or two, it was much less painful, and I was able to concentrate again on Bob’s continued pleasuring of my ass.  The pressure was still very strong on my nipple, but it was much more bearable than the initial shock.

 

“I don’t want you to feel left out any more, Andy,” Sarah said to him.  She reached her hand down and without warning thrust a few fingers into my pussy, getting them nice and wet.  She then reached over and ran her hand over Andy’s hard prick, transferring the wetness to his cock..  She reached her hand up in front of my face, and with one simple word, said, “Lick.”

 

I opened my mouth in compliance, and she stuck her fingers in, forcing me to lick my own wetness off of her hand.  “Get them nice and clean and wet with your saliva, my dear, and it will be more pleasurable for your dear husband.”  I did so, and she then removed her fingers from my mouth and began rubbing her hand up and down Andy’s cock as I saw his head continue to bob up and down behind Sarah’s ass.

 

“Now scoot up and back just a bit my dear,” Sarah said to me “so that my husband can get a good shot at your lovely pussy.”  I did, and sure enough, Bob’s tongue began to pay more attention to my pussy and clit.  I was getting more and more aroused as Bob continued this action. “Your getting close, pet, aren’t you,” Sarah said, leaning forward and whispering in my ear.

 

“Yes, Mistress,” I replied, “please can’t I come””

 

She hesitated for a second, and I was afraid that once again I would be denied.  But she smiled at me, and said simply, “Yes.”  As she did, I saw her begin once again to lift herself up and down on Bob’s cock.

 

This continued on for what seemed like minutes, but I suspect it was less than one before I felt a huge orgasm wrack my body as the attention of Bob’s tongue to my clit finally sent me over the edge.  I cried out, “Oh god,” and plopped my body down on Bob’s chest.  Just a few seconds later, I heard Bob and Sarah cry out in similar fashion, as they both reached an orgasm simultaneously.  Not to be outdone, it was just a few seconds after that that Andy finally spurted as Sarah continued to rub his cock as she came down from her orgasm.

 

With that Sarah and I both keeled over sideways, both of us prostrate across both Bob and Andy’s bodies.  We were all spent from the exertion, and struggled to gather our breath.  After a few moments, Sarah lifted her head, smiled at me, and said, “Satisfied now, my pet?”

 

I looked into her eyes, smiled back at her, and said, “Oh yes, Mistress, oh yes!”

 

The end.